Maybe it was all the talk in the air of being
thankful and giving thanks that inspired this.
Whatever it was, it melted me.

"Dear Mom, (although I'm rather partial to Dr. Mom, that's not how the narration went)
I love our family. I love you to the moon, with priates and gypsies."

Pirates and gypsies created a spelling challenge, apparently;
but that was how the narration went--all three times I asked her to read it to me.
Okay, maybe four. She got no help with this... it was a surpise to Daddy, too.