We cooked the bird over the weekend when my sister was in town so thanksgiving is already done in Maryland. I've been cooped up in my childhood bedroom and am really excited for tomorrow, not too much fussing in the kitchen, just an apple tart and some roasted vegetables. We have cold turkey for days.
A thanksgiving without the crammed kitchen will be a relief for a change, a long walk in the afternoon and maybe a campfire at night. Some time to actually reflect on gratitude and not dirty dishes. When you are driven, thanks don't always come easily. What's next instead of a little pause for celebration. But I'm trying to actively acknowledge these things. Parents who are healthy, supportive, creative and damn funny. A sister who is gentle and ridiculously talented. A boyfriend who is improbably handsome, thoughtful and appreciative of crazy girls. A family house that is glorious beyond words. True friends. An old black pick-up that I adore. More opportunities for work than I can possibly handle. A cat that is daily becoming less of an asshole. Flowers, always. And you, still with me after 5 years.