Happy Thanksgiving to everyone who reads my blog and even those who don’t. Yep, it’s the big T-day and I can already smell the turkey cooking away in the oven. It smells yummy.
I hope it tastes yummy. I haven’t cooked a big turkey since about 2018, I think. Earlier this year, I cooked a very small one that I’d purchased at Christmas time. It was good, so I have hope for this turkey.
My neighbor stopped by this morning on his daily walk to give me a hug and wish me Happy Thanksgiving. He and his wife are hosting two of their grandkids and his brother and wife. I’m hosting my son, his wife and daughter. We had a little chat about previous Thanksgivings when there were more than 20 people around the table, including young children. I think we both mourn, to some degree, the fact our holiday celebrations have become so small.
Still that’s life. Our children grow up, just as we did and move too far to come home for the festivities or begin their own holiday traditions. I now appreciate, ever so much more than I did at the time, the huge feasts John and I hosted for our friends and family.
Today, I celebrate both those who will join me in my home as well as those who are holding their own Thanksgiving elsewhere. Today, I’m also thankful for the memories of all the years past as well as the memories I’ll be making/sharing today.