Thanksgiving looks very different this year. There was no 20 pound turkey cooking through the wee hours waking us all with delicious aromas. No sweet potatoes, pumpkin, and apple pies surrounded by a myriad of snickerdoodle cookies. No greens, corn, and candid yams flanked by Mac and cheese and green beans. No cornbread and dinner rolls spilling over from their dishes. There weren’t extra tables and chairs in the lower level with football playing on the television. No bodies packed in making the house so hot we had to open windows. No kids voices mixing with adult laughter.
There were three people in my house today. We had ham, Mac and cheese (boxed not even homemade) and crescent rolls. We played board games by the fire and switched between football and National Lampoons Christmas Vacation. It was quiet. And odd.
I know that next weekend my house will be full to the bursting with people as we celebrate our combined Thanksgiving and Christmas. All the food that wasn’t crowding my kitchen today will be present and accounted for next weekend. But, today was still odd.
It’s the first holiday my newly minted 18 year old has spent away from me. A piece of me is missing. we all felt his absence today. But, my eternally optimistic heart holds hope he will be here next Saturday to eat, laugh, and be a part of the family photos. I know he won’t stay if he comes, but having him there would make my heart soar. No one ever tells you how much having kids can hurt.
So, today, with our humble but tasty dinner, the three of us are thankful for each other. For time together. For being unhurried and unharried. For love. And family. And very excited for the chaos of next weekend.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone. I pray you were surrounded by love and stuffed to the brim with good food.