And so I’ve reached the penultimate day in my ‘Thirty Days of Thankfulness‘ series. No, it’s not the final day, since this marks the twenty-fourth posting with six more to go, but it is the traditional holiday date to give thanks for all my countless blessings.
I’m extremely thankful that I didn’t actually have to roast a turkey. Thanks to a friend of my daughter’s, we had an exquisitely smoked turkey as well as a marvelous spiral cut ham to go with our many traditional side dishes. We did somehow manage to leave the cranberry sauce in Denton but no one is pointing fingers as to who rushed who out of the apartment. He did make an excellent gravy.
We’ve just cracked into the pies. The sticky buns batch I made this morning disappeared within a few minutes of coming out of the oven, so the pies are all that’s left to fill in whatever gaps might be left in our stomachs.
We had some lively dinner discussion topics around my son’s interesting dining room table. Their apartment’s kitchen is a vast improvement over the one they had at the other apartment. The chairs are very comfortable and we enjoyed the food and the debates with equal relish. Some of us have drifted off into a food coma, others watched a movie, or played video games or, in my case, snuck off to write this quick blog post to recap the highlight of my November for the last three years. The long drive to North Texas from Northeastern Kansas is well worth the backaches and road hypnosis to spend a few precious days with my kids. No matter how connected we may think we are thanks to the Internet, or technology, or cell phones, or tex messages, it just can’t beat the up-close and personal reach-out-and-hug-your-loved one kind of experience.
This may be our final North Texas Thanksgiving gathering with both kids attending. It will all depend on Rachelle’s graduate school auditions and selection process. Next year, I may have to decide between a Colorado or Chicago Thanksgiving with Rachelle or returning to North Texas to visit Derek and Royna.
But I won’t dwell on a situation that doesn’t yet exist and may not be an issue as I just remembered that we will be in Texas next November no matter what for the inaugural Formula One race to be held at the Circuit of the Americas scheduled to occur just four days after my husband’s birthday.
Today, I’m just thankful to be here with my kids, their significant others and my husband, all together under one roof. If only Roxy and Apollo could be here as well, then my life would be complete.