Thursday is Thanksgiving; a time to gather our families around a table to feast upon an unfortunate turkey. My husband loves Thanksgiving. Frankly, I don't get that much out of it. Perhaps it's because I'm always expecting more.
On Thanksgiving my husband gathers around my small family. My mom and I cook; baste and wait for the turkey to be done and then while the turkey "rests" we scramble to reheat side dishes, prepare gravy and watch over biscuits in the oven to make sure they are golden brown. Then we serve up; say a fast prayer; eat and finish our meal all within 30 minutes. My mom sits all of 5 minutes and then she's up back into the kitchen which means I'm up clearing off the table and packing things up in not enough tupperware.
That's it. That's the way it is every year and it will be that way again this year.
But in my mind's eye there are families enjoying love, laughter, funny stories and somewhere out there someone is laughing so hard at someone's repeated story that wine is gushing out of their nose--and a good memory is being created.
Don't get me wrong. I'm still thankful for another day that brings my family together and I'm forever thankful for my Mother for being there; even if she can't relax and leave the dishes for me to clean up.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone at every table with their family.