It's not entirely as I had hoped, my wish was that Covid was gone by now and that we could I'll be back around my table. But that's just not the case and I'm so proud of the entire family for adjusting and adapting appropriately. I would rather have us all here next year then to rush something this year.
That being said, it certainly didn't feel exactly like the thanksgivings I'm used to. There's supposed to be cacophony.
There is supposed to be mashed potatoes overflowing and mountains of gravy and lots of laughs and way too many dishes.
And magically with a snap of a finger, people drift back out with promises and longing for the next year.
Alas, it was just my parents this year. But the best part was the ability to make dinner for my cousin who is working his tail off keeping people healthy. The front line teams in the hospitals deserve so much love.
And we will have next year. And there will be more turkeys and more laughs.
And yes, even more dishes.
And I will rejoice and be glad.
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