Happy Thanksgiving everybody!
The pies are done, breakfast is in the oven, and the girls are watching the Muppets. Big E has the day off from work (this is a reality that I steadfastly refused to be excited by until this morning... I was convinced that it would be revoked) and at 12:30 we will head over to my mom's house for yet another fabulous Thanksgiving day dinner.
Thanksgiving has always been a feast day in my family. Even when my mom and I lived alone in an apartment she would clear out the living room, stretch out the antique dining room table, and invite over a fleet of friends. The kids would sit at the kitchen table and embark on such important rituals as who could drink the most sparkling cider, eat the most stuffing, or burp the most impressively. Some things have changed through the years. Mom now makes a cornbread stuffing, instead of a bread stuffing (but meegs, if you came I'm sure she'd make both!), and I sit at the adult table now. (I hear the kid table has added a new competition.. how long can you hang a spoon from your nose?) There is still sparkling apple cider as well as mustard pickles, and the usual trifecta of turkey, gravy, and mashed potatoes. The faces have changed, but the sound of the voices will feel the same.
I hope wherever you are, you are surrounded by good voices, a filled table, and lovely memories of years past. A most happy day to you.