Today, I’m spending the day with my family.
We’ll all be pitching in on the meal.
I’m bringing the green bean casserole, the mashed potatoes, and the cheesecake. I don’t think they would let me in the door without my cheesecake!
My daughter begged me to make her a pumpkin pie to take home.
“One just for me. Mom” She said.
“They’ll be more food than we can finish and even extra pie.” I insisted. “besides,” I continued knowing the real reason was she just didn’t want to cook it herself. “It’s time you taught Emma how to cook the family recipe.”
“But Mom, When you make it, it’s made with love.” I had to laugh.
And, of course I made her a special pie, just for her, to bring home.
Thanksgiving has always been a special holiday for me. My birthday is today, the 23rd of November, and when I was very young I thought all the fuss of family and food was all just for me. As I got older and realized that this was a holiday, and not a birthday party, I was dejected. We always celebrated my birthday on Thanksgiving day. There was just too much work and fuss that went into the preparations to have another party so close. I felt cheated. Soon, however, I grew up and once again it became a special time.
I miss the old days with my grandparents. My grandmother was the most amazing cook. She taught me many things as I watched her in the kitchen as a young girl. I still remember her short, loose, shimmering silver curls caressing her round face as she toiled over her gas stove. I long for those days that will never come again.
Now we have our new traditions and are making new memories.
I’m so looking forward to having my family all together. It’s not a big family but, I love them all and I’m so happy we live close enough to get together on special days.
I love Thanksgiving!