queen elsa

queen elsa

If you were hoping for photos of our lavish spread or perfect pies topped with sloppy whipped cream in my Thanksgiving re-cap post, I’m sorry to disappoint you. I was not in charge of Thanksgiving this year, so I basically took a nap and didn’t worry about a thing—even documenting it. (I know! So unlike me!)

Instead, I thought I would share this little nugget from our Thanksgiving. We celebrated with some friends who moved from Brooklyn about a year ago. Their 7-year-old daughter could not get enough of Elsa. She basically adopted her as her little sister and spent the weekend dressing her up and calling her Queen Elsa. And Elsa ate it up. Never mind that I have to physically force her to get dressed half the time. She was putty in Ellen’s hands and wore whatever “queen” dress Ellen handed her. She put on headbands. She let Ellen braid her hair. And then she “glided” downstairs with her royal pets to show us how majestic she had become.

Priceless. Beautiful. Heartwarming. Lots to be thankful for in that little snippet of life.

2 thoughts on “queen elsa

  1. So sweet! And what a great picture. It looks like you captured exactly what you described. How fun for These cute girls!

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