I am taking a quiet moment before the chaos and love of family surrounds me. A quiet moment to be thankful for the love that I receive. A quiet moment to think of all my family and friends that I can't be with today. A quiet moment to be thankful for all that I have.
I have a confession to make. I am almost 40 (Shocking! I know) and I have never made Thanksgiving dinner. Not once. I have been blessed all these years to be with family that have always cooked and hosted Thanksgiving dinner. A dinner where I get to stuff myself and enjoy the company of loved ones.
Someday I would like to make my own Thanksgiving dinner. For one day, I want to be Donna Reed. Maybe. I want to be my version of Donna Reed, one who drinks a bottle of wine while cooking. I want to try it. Someday.
That beings said, I'm not in a hurry to cook my own Thanksgiving dinner. Cooking my own Thanksgiving dinner means the possibility that I am not with my family. I am not ready for that day to come. I don't know if I ever will be. Besides, it is no secret that my kitchen skills are at times unique. There is a good chance that my turkey will be jerky and my gravy slushy.
Until that day, I will make the two items that I am tasked to bring every year. Deviled eggs and dinner rolls. Until that day, I am and will always be thankful for the Thanksgiving dinners provided to me by the people I love.
Happy Thanksgiving.
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