We had a quiet, slow-paced Thanksgiving this year with just our immediate family and it was pretty great. There was no pressure to get the food on the table by a certain time, no one to see our floor full of dirty laundry as they came in through the back door or the dusty mantle as they settled into the couch after too much turkey. We spent the morning prepping the turkey and cleaning for our own sakes with enough time to spare for me to finish quilting together a bassinet blanket I'd started late the night before and then sat down for a late lunch with plenty of time left in the day to still want leftovers for dinner.
We continued our tradition of watching ELF but I didn't have the energy to bust out the first of the Christmas decorations. All I could muster was some pumpkin pie and ice cream on the couch with my baby belly as a shelf and candles flickering as we laughed through all of our favorite scenes. It was my favorite part.
This year I DIDN'T ruin the pumpkin pie but I DID forget to drain the canned yams before making my grandmother's candied yam dish. I asked Brett to check them in the oven to see if they were done and he asked me if they were supposed to twerk. Otherwise this was my third time cooking a full spread after eleven plus years of marriage and I'm pretty proud that I only forgot to drain those yams!
I hope your Thanksgiving was lovely if you celebrated with us in the US. There is always so much to be thankful for and I'm finding myself especially aware of all the ways life is good right now.