For the first time in years my family is alone for Thanksgiving. My brother has moved away, and my parents are up visiting him and his family, so it's just the 7 of us. To add to that, Jason has to go to work at 1:00 so it was pretty much just me and the kids for a Thanksgiving meal. I was so sad. I had no idea what we'd do for dinner tomorrow ... go out, eat Chinese, order something from the grocery, or actually cook a meal. Mostly, I just wanted the kids to have a happy, memorable Thanksgiving ... that warm, happy, family feeling that we usually have ... but how?
Work was so busy today that I didn't have time to think about it too much. About 30 minutes after the store closed I called Jason to tell him I'd be home late because I still had customers and he was none too happy about it. Excuse me, I thought, don't we work around your schedule all the time ... and just once I'm going to be an hour or late and you're upset. What the heck? Wasn't I in a great mood!
I got home ... opened the door ... and smelled turkey. Yummy, cooking turkey. And all the fixings ... all of them. Jason and the kids surprised me by spending all day today cooking a Thanksgiving dinner so we could have a nice family holiday meal. They grocery shopped, found recipes, made the stuffing just right (must have apples, raisins, mushrooms, celery, and onion), set a beautiful table, and even invited a guest - Jason's cousin. And everything was wonderful ... so delicious.
And so tomorrow we eat light (so very light ... 'cause we didn't eat light tonight ... wait until tomorrow and you'll know exactly how I feel right now) and watch Footloose and the Macy's parade.