Like all good Texans should do at least once, we spent Thanksgiving this year in a rented RV at Galveston Island State Park. What's not to like about November at the beach? Grammy and Gramps brought their 5th-wheel, and Tom and Jeanne Camp rented a trailer of their own, and we called campsites 6,7, and 9 home for five days. We set up camp (pun!) on Wednesday night, and the weather on Thursday was just glorious. We spent a wonderful long lunch with Lyzz's grandmother at her place, and the the whole Hoffman clan was able to join us. What a neat experience to be able to spend a holiday about giving thanks with 4 generations of Hoffmans. Sorry, I didn't grab any pictures of lunch, but there were several taken so someone has a good one.
It was also the first time that Uncle John got to meet JP. Due to his job, John's been all over the world (literally). Lyzz and I made a decision a while ago that we really wanted John to be JP's godfather. We wanted to ask him in person - this is not the kind of request you make via email - so we took the opportunity at lunch to ask. He said yes, and I won't lie that there were tears shed. Between Uncle John and Aunt Ali, it's tremendously comforting to know that our son will be cared for in any circumstance. From the bottom of our hearts, guys, thank you.
It's not beach time if you don't get in the ocean, and JP is no exception. Here's proof.
And of course, no blog entry would be complete without a big 'ol JP smile. Enjoy.
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