I made the cranberry sauce last night and it is chilling in the fridge; I used pomegranate juice and wine in the recipe this year and mom thinks it is my best effort, yet.
There are two pies resting on the sideboard, pumpkin and chocolate (for the non-pumpkin eaters).
The rolls that mom and I made are ready for warming and I can't wait to dip them into Mom's giblet gravy.
It's going to be a delicious Thanksgiving.
As I type this, four-out-of-seven of us are still sleeping.
Three of us are enjoying coffee and quiet conversation.
Two dogs are snoring at our feet.
It's going to be a peaceful and relaxing Thanksgiving.
Later this morning, we will watch the Macy's parade together.
The boys will engage in an epic battle of Madden Football on the Xbox.
The adults will take phone calls from friends and family, far and near, wishing a Happy Thanksgiving.
And we will miss my Dad at the table.
It's going to be a bittersweet Thanksgiving.
But, we are together. We are healthy. We have enough to eat and roofs over our heads. We have a lifetime of memories to see us through. We are still a family.
It's going to be a blessed Thanksgiving.
Happy Thanksgiving, y'all!
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