Holden napped through dinner so we got to sit down and have a nice, quiet meal. I got a nice wine buzz, and the food was amazing as usual, since my man can cook like you wouldn’t believe. We had turkey that had been brined, stuffing, sweet potato casserole, green beans, macaroni, cranberry sauce, garlic potatoes. Mmm. I’m lucky. I’m grateful.
Our first Thanksgiving. Holden donned his fanciest tuxedo onesie and napped while the grown-ups feasted: turkey, mac ‘n’ cheese, potatoes, gravy, cranberry sauce, stuffing, green beans ‘n’ bacon, sparkling grape juice we used to toast our new family. Then it was football and naps and lazy Sundaylike thoughts. Low key. Lovely.
The family re-enacted Thursday’s dinner for me today. It was carb-tastically awesome, of course. And then my mom demanded that we go into the living room and take a family picture. So we mustered up all the maturity we could. And now we’re pulling boxes and boxes of Christmas decorations out of the attic. It looks to be a very long night.
My mom called me the other night, crying. I thought something was wrong. Turns out she had just seen this Mother’s Day tribute on my Flickr for the first time, and it moved her to tears. She got all choked up while leaving me a voicemail, and again when I called her right back. “Well, I just have to know. Were you drunk?” she joked. I assured her that no, I hadn’t been. Or well,…
A Thanksgiving Story from Lindsey Turner on Vimeo. Happy Thanksgiving, y’all.
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