Why I Love Thanksgiving

I love Thanksgiving. To me, it has never been a holiday about shopping. It’s a holiday that’s all about food. And being thankful for food. And being thankful for having family and friends—with whom you can share food. Do you sense a theme?  It’s about sitting at the table, talking and relaxing over food and wine.

I love the scents that envelop the house as the turkey roasts and the gravy simmers. These scents evoke long ago memories of past Thanksgivings, or perhaps better stated, they evoke long ago feelings from past Thanksgivings, feelings of warmth, comfort, and joy. I don’t know why, but it makes me happy.

I love my crazy, dysfunctional family. I don’t care if there is stupid, family drama. I still love them and love having them here. I will try to remain calm if tempers flare. (And if not, there’s always more wine. . .and food. . .and chocolate.)

I love our family Thanksgiving traditions—our cranberry squirrel (you can read about it here), our breaking bread to make stuffing, and our having to eat the same food every year.

I will miss not having our older daughter here, but I am happy for her that she gets to spend Thanksgiving with her new wife, and I’m grateful that her in-laws are so welcoming. I am happy that our younger daughter will be with us again this year. I am thankful that my 92-year-old mother is still able to celebrate the holiday at our Thanksgiving table.

We are expecting a winter storm today. The rain is starting to pick up now, and it’s expected to turn to snow. I am thankful that my family is not traveling today.  For those of you who are traveling today, I wish you a safe and uneventful journey.

I know that many of my friends have lost loved ones, and I know Thanksgiving is a reminder of their loss. I am sorry, and my heart aches for you. Please know that you can call me, and that I will be thinking of you.  I know I will be in that situation some day. That makes me more all the more thankful for what I have now.

I know that many believe the world is broken. I have no answers. . .

“Hope” is the thing with feathers –

That perches in the soul –

And sings the tune without the words –

And never stops – at all –

–Emily Dickinson

And what is a world without hope? I am thankful for hope and grateful for all those who strive to make the world a better place.

I am thankful to have submitted my latest book manuscript and that all my test writing assignments are completed, so now I can relax and cook and enjoy my family. I’ve done much of the Thanksgiving cooking already—breads are baked and in the freezer, soon to be thawed. Applesauce and vegetarian gravy are thawing now. My younger daughter and I will be baking and cooking today and tomorrow. My house will be filled with the scents of pumpkin, cinnamon, ginger, onions, and turkey. I will break bread for stuffing with my daughter as we catch up on Scandal or binge watch The Gilmore Girls on Netflix. We will shoo cats away from the food, and we will not dare to set the table until the last minute. The house will not be spotless, but I won’t care. I will feel grateful for it all.

Happy Thanksgiving to all of you. Thank you for reading!

Thanksgiving Cranberry Squirrel

Thanksgiving Cranberry Squirrel

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12 thoughts on “Why I Love Thanksgiving

  1. Your post gave me warm, fuzzy feelings today. I know you enjoy family, but I believe the joys of this holiday are heightened because you have your book
    manuscript and other writing “in the can”!

    The squirrel congealed mold is hilarious. One of the things we packed away was Mother’s round jello mold, probably from the 1950s.

    Enjoy your family, especially your mother. You mentioned, “I am thankful that my 92-year-old mother is still able to celebrate the holiday at our Thanksgiving table.” I don’t need to remind you that time with her is precious. Though my mother will be missed this year, there will be a special place card sitting on the table in front of us.

  2. Family versus things. Your tradition is much like ours – without the cranberry squirrel – and I look forward to our gatherings at Thanksgiving.

    The day after, I picked up the paper and read about a woman who wanted to be the first in line at Target on Thanksgiving. She got there at 6:45 a.m. The store didn’t open until 6 p.m. That meant she missed the whole day outside the store when she could have spent time with family. For what? Some items that will be outdated by Christmas? Sad.

  3. I hope you had a great Thanksgiving. It is sad that people missed theirs to shop, or because they had to work in the stores that were open. I know people who had to work, and that’s also sad. I can understand having to work in a hospital, pharmacy, or other vital services, but not so that stores can be open.

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