I had hoped to post this last night, but I was exhausted after preparing and enjoying last night’s feast. If you read my earlier post from Thanksgiving night, I mentioned that our family decided to wait until Sunday to celebrate Thanksgiving. My daughter had to work on Thursday, and it wouldn't have been Thanksgiving without her.
Our Thanksgiving tradition is in transition. Yesterday as I stood in the kitchen preparing the feast, I felt a little melancholy with reminiscences of Thanksgiving’s past. I remembered when I was a girl, Thanksgiving dinner preparation was my mother’s domain. As I got older traditions changed. I married, my in-law’s traditions were added to my own. Our children arrived adding a new depth to the celebration. My constant, I am always thankful to share this traditional turkey dinner with my beloved family and friends. Now I am single, the children no longer live at home, in fact they never lived in my current home.
Yesterday when Lauren (my daughter) arrived with her boyfriend Sam to help me finish preparing the evening feast, my mood lifted. A few hours later my son, my mom, my ex, Sam's family arrived for dinner, then after dinner a group of close friends joined us for dessert. The joy of the holiday continued to unfold, and a new Thanksgiving tradition began.