Giving Thanks
This year was officially my first Thanksgiving away from home. I suppose though that Thanksgiving hasn't every really been a big holiday for us though, so it wasn't so terrible. I didn't really have time to think about missing home anyway. Staying busy in that way is certainly a blessing.
Kenna's dad and his wife came to visit over the holidays and did our cooking - that was an absolute blessing - and we had kids from the neighborhood to keep us company in ample supply. The whole ordeal saw the consumption of two spectacular turkeys, most of six pies, an impressive mound of dressing, and all of the usual accouterments.
We also had cookies out for the kids to decorate, the paper chains that we all pitched in to make in the week leading up to the festivities, and a turkey pinata - also made with the help of the neighborhood.
When I say that Thanksgiving was never a really big holiday back home, I suppose that it's mostly because I was never very involved in the preparations and the clean-up.
Kenna's dad and his wife came to visit over the holidays and did our cooking - that was an absolute blessing - and we had kids from the neighborhood to keep us company in ample supply. The whole ordeal saw the consumption of two spectacular turkeys, most of six pies, an impressive mound of dressing, and all of the usual accouterments.
We also had cookies out for the kids to decorate, the paper chains that we all pitched in to make in the week leading up to the festivities, and a turkey pinata - also made with the help of the neighborhood.
When I say that Thanksgiving was never a really big holiday back home, I suppose that it's mostly because I was never very involved in the preparations and the clean-up.
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