The morning began with the “Turkey Bowl” for the big boys. Of course, I’d rather watch football than sleep but to put my boys in the game together–well, I’d give up a bag of Cheetos for that. It was pure heaven to watch them together, which is something that hasn’t happened much lately, with Dane living in Idaho now. So, all the other ladies might have been home cooking turkey, but I wasn’t about to miss a second of this.
Then, home for breakfast of corn bread and honey butter, gingerbread and whipped cream, and blueberry muffins just because. It’s sort of our evolved pilgrim breakfast…kind of.
And then the parade that makes me feel like a 7 year old again…
which is a lovely thing for me. It’s a dream of mine to someday rent a hotel room overlooking the parade route and watch it–for real, from the window, with my whole family.
Then have our Thanksgiving dinner there in the room. No idea where we’d get the food from, but we’d figure it out. I’ll do it too…someday. You’ll see.
But in the real world, there were four pans of Mom’s stuffing to toast. Note to self and all concerned: dried, minced onion is not the same thing as one cup fresh, chopped onion.
Won’t make that mistake again. But it was still good…enough.
While most people were eating their feast, we relaxed, kicked back and watched a movie. The other kids were having their time with their in-laws, so we figured it was the perfect time to watch Captain America. Seemed appropriate somehow–hahaha. But I was kind of amazed at how nice it was to just sit calmly for awhile and do nothing.
Then, on to April’s we went for the real deal, real meal.
Such abundance, and goodness…
and heavenly, scrumptious food.
Why, Dane even made Cinnamon Monkey Bread with a lovely crunchy top. Yes, it was me that kept picking at it. :}
But the food is nothing in comparison to the company. Every single soul that I love, with all my heart…all together in one place.
we are so blessed.
And I am so grateful.