I love Thanksgiving. I love being taking stock of all of the things God has given me. I love spending time with my friends and family. I love preparing delightful dishes and watching the people I love devour them. I am thankful.
My husband and I started hosting Thanksgiving dinner the year before we were married. We prepare for weeks ahead of time. I bake pies and mix casseroles. Joe cooks all morning on Thursday while my cranberry sauce simmers on the stove. We make our house sparkle. All of our nearby family members come over, and some of our friends come, too. And we eat. Oh, how we eat!
This year, Thanksgiving has taken on new meaning. I have always been thankful for my crazy family, my home, and my grown-up toys. I know I am more fortunate than most, and I appreciate everything that I have. But this year, Thanksgiving has taken on a new meaning.
This year, I am most thankful for all of the people who love my baby. I am thankful that she will grow up knowing that a whole flock of relatives are in her corner, waiting for her to succeed. I am thankful that she is covered in kisses and wrapped up in hugs. I am even thankful that her toy box and dresser drawers are overflowing with all of the gifts she’s received.
And I am most thankful that so many people want to come spend the day with us that we don’t have enough chairs in the dining room. So, if you’re coming to my house on Thursday, BYOC.
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