Thanksgiving
So, the day is almost here again. It seems like we just had it yesterday.
What a wonderful day it is. Being able to spend time with family and friends, gathered together inside to escape the biting November air. This year we're spending the day with my Mom's side of the family, and there is always so much to look forward to.
Grandma will bake her signature turkey, as always. My aunt will travel down from Tennessee with several more goodies....she promised Coffee Punch this year. My other aunt, the hostess, is together and organized as truckloads of food is being toted into her kitchen. The men congregate in the den; my cousin tends to the fireplace, the others sitting around discussing football or looking through the sales ads for the next day's shopping plans. (Oh, we're serious about this. They have a list of where to hit when, in order.)
The ladies (and usually Dad) congregate in the living/dining room, playing the piano or just sitting around talking, passing around photos of what's gone on in our worlds since last time we met. The kids....well, they're either congregated in the playroom (we hope) or playing chase and acting giddy. They have unparalleled energy on this day.
As a kid, we always had it at Grandma and Grandpa's house....my four cousins, sister and I would be assigned to the "kids' table." The three boys would make obscene sculptures with their food and tell jokes so funny that I would either 1) choke or 2) have milk spurt out of my nose from laughing.
Though there have been many changes (and many people added) since then, there are some things which hold constant through the years....which I can always count on. Grandpa will always be found at the head of the table, hands folded in his lap, serenely listening to all the conversations around him. Grandma simply will not sit down and eat until she is sure that everyone has had second, thirds, and dessert. The logs of a fire crackle to give a quiet backdrop to the festivities. And I will always look over my loved ones and smile, realizing that I have SO much to be thankful for. That will never, ever change. I realize it full well.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Side note: See my attempts to prepare my very first turkey on the Morsels blog.
What a wonderful day it is. Being able to spend time with family and friends, gathered together inside to escape the biting November air. This year we're spending the day with my Mom's side of the family, and there is always so much to look forward to.
Grandma will bake her signature turkey, as always. My aunt will travel down from Tennessee with several more goodies....she promised Coffee Punch this year. My other aunt, the hostess, is together and organized as truckloads of food is being toted into her kitchen. The men congregate in the den; my cousin tends to the fireplace, the others sitting around discussing football or looking through the sales ads for the next day's shopping plans. (Oh, we're serious about this. They have a list of where to hit when, in order.)
The ladies (and usually Dad) congregate in the living/dining room, playing the piano or just sitting around talking, passing around photos of what's gone on in our worlds since last time we met. The kids....well, they're either congregated in the playroom (we hope) or playing chase and acting giddy. They have unparalleled energy on this day.
As a kid, we always had it at Grandma and Grandpa's house....my four cousins, sister and I would be assigned to the "kids' table." The three boys would make obscene sculptures with their food and tell jokes so funny that I would either 1) choke or 2) have milk spurt out of my nose from laughing.
Though there have been many changes (and many people added) since then, there are some things which hold constant through the years....which I can always count on. Grandpa will always be found at the head of the table, hands folded in his lap, serenely listening to all the conversations around him. Grandma simply will not sit down and eat until she is sure that everyone has had second, thirds, and dessert. The logs of a fire crackle to give a quiet backdrop to the festivities. And I will always look over my loved ones and smile, realizing that I have SO much to be thankful for. That will never, ever change. I realize it full well.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Side note: See my attempts to prepare my very first turkey on the Morsels blog.
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