This November has been tough for a variety of reasons. I was pretty grouchy Thanksgiving morning after little sleep (sick baby). I told Patrick about the only thing I could think of to be thankful for was that he and I are partners facing the world. Then he said I should be thankful I don’t live in Syria. Which was not helpful, but also was a little helpful.
We made food (apple and pumpkin pie, green beans, stuffing, peas, corn, mashed potatoes, marshmallow sweet potatoes, cranberry sauce, cornbread, fried zucchini, and gravy). Seamus requested the gravy. My parents arrived at 1:30 and ate with us.
We did the ritual of thankfulness and everyone was thankful for each other. Then we said more mundane things involving Seamus being thankful for gravy, Porter for peas, Gilbert for yams, and more. Last year Seamus brought home a Thanksgiving turkey that said he was thankful for school, teacher, family, veterans, and Jesus. This year Gilbert brought home the same activity with school, family, friends, food, Harlan, and Seamus. We asked “Where’s Porter?” And he said he’d run out of space.
Thanksgiving fire pit and walks in the woods have rounded out the holiday.