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 showed up.
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.
