It was a little off-the-cuff.
If you weren’t doing anything for Thanksgiving, the door was open—feel free to bring a friend and a dish.

Nine gathered.
The meal was plentiful and excellent.

And though I found some deficits in kitchen supplies, everything came together remarkably well.
(Except for those card tables I pushed together only to find they were of varying heights.)

I remarked to my mom that I might be ready for a big table.
Because when you have a big table, you do big table things.
And quite often? Those ‘things’ turn into the fondest memories.

I’ll try not to get all misty-eyed as I did during the start of the meal,
but this Thanksgiving filled me with great appreciation of these moments in life
and the company of friends and family.