Despite what I said in my previous post, I didn’t cook a turkey this year. And you know what? The world didn’t implode! I don’t feel lost. In fact, I feel thankful. Not about not making turkey, but about life in general. I’ll spare you my philosophical gurglings, but suffice it to say, I’m bursting with thankfulness.
You see, Sonny was sick. So sick, in fact, that on Tuesday we decided to cancel our annual Thanksgiving party. After days of nursing a sick child with a mysterious illness (that showed signs of being bacterial, but thankfully ended up being viral), all I could think about was helping him get better. I couldn’t even fathom the idea of entertaining 20 people.
But don’t worry, Sonny’s better now! Woke up on Thanksgiving morning fever-free. Just like that. Disappeared as quickly as it started. In fact, you would never even guess the little booger was sick.
So we didn’t do the big shindig, but we still had a nice little celebration. The upside to being just the three of us is we got to do it the way we wanted. We set an elegant table with candles and wine glasses (Sonny had Gatorade). Then we sat down, in our pajamas (that's right, we stayed in our pajamas all day!) to a simple meal. It turned out to be a very nice Thanksgiving after all.
Hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving!