Well, we survived Thanksgiving. It was a good day but always different doing it at our home instead of going to my Mom's. Needless to say, a nap was in order for all of us when it was over.
I started on Wednesday with a turkey breast in the crock pot. Easy enough. Then, started to make the cranberry dressing and realized we really needed a blender for that. Our little shake maker couldn't quite kick it. I thought I had a blender but no matter how long I looked in the pantry it did not magically appear. Bummer. So, my wonderful husband, who had taken the week off, ran to get one.
I then started the pumpkin pie. I realized again we were missing one of the ingredients for that. I'd just like to state for the record, I really thought I was more organized than this for the big feast. I wasn't too upset until I noticed my husband didn't have his cell. Wow... was this a small picture for what was to come on Thursday?
We overslept on Thursday. Not to worry, it's only us I told myself. I asked my oldest to help with the dressing, my middle the sweet potatoes and my youngest the noodles. My husband babied the rolls so long and so well they had better be good, I told myself. Everyone was giving their time and talents to the family Thanksgiving. I swallowed any annoyance and pushed on patiently.
Finally, everything was ready. We had a great time culminating in learning my middle child's newest talent-balancing a marshmellow on the nose. This was after said child had the traditional cheese pizza for Thanksgiving dinner. My life is never dull. And that's okay. The joy is in the giving. The giving of laughter and memories. It's also okay that some things were runnier than usual and drier than usual. But that's life. And I'm extremely thankful for it.
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