It was good timing that Thanksgiving fell last week. Otherwise I may not have taken time to feel grateful amidst all the chaos.
Kev and I had a rough start to our week and faced some trials that left me out of sorts for quite a few days. Everything got worked out, but I was not in a place to feel a whole lot of gratitude or excitement. Suddenly, the thought of preparing and hosting Thanksgiving dinner felt too overwhelming and I wasn't sure how I was going to swing it when all I really wanted to do was stay in bed.
But my sister arrived and helped me with Aspen and all the food prep. We made four pies and buckets of mashed potatoes and cooked the heck outta that turkey. Aspen was entertained and babied by her Aunt and Uncle and even threw a big enough tantrum that Sophia fed her frozen waffles for Thanksgiving lunch instead of the delicious meal we had prepared. One of these days she'll eat real food, right?
And, really, the week could only get better when I ended up with a fridge full of leftover pumpkin pie.
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