We didn’t go to the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade like we wanted to. Reason #1: We were baking pies until 3:00 last night. Reason #2: A certain little frog woke up at 3:00 and wanted to play for an hour or so. We probably could have wrapped him up and rocked him to sleep, but in our weariness letting him play somehow made more sense. Don’t ask why, I don’t know.
It was probably for the best that we didn’t go because we did have a turkey to roast before our dinner with the other lonely members of our branch at 5:30. We also had potatoes to mash, corn to boil, and stuffing to prepare (thanks, StoveTop). By 4:30 we were ready to go and another branch member picked us up and drove us to the church. We remembered all the food, serving utensils, plates, cups, napkins, spices and even games (which we didn’t play), but we forgot the camera. So sorry for no pictures to show you the lovely bird or beautiful apple pie or the wonderful people we shared the holiday with.
If we did have our camera, however, you would see Simon gumming on some corn on the cob and the mess that his efforts left on the carpet under my chair. You would see Micah carving the turkey as a people queued up behind him to get their share. You would see me scooping cranberry sauce out of a can and stirring it up so it looked like it didn’t come out of a can (not that anybody was fooled . . .). You would see us standing by the door looking out at the pouring rain at 5:30, wondering if anybody was really going to make it. You would see black faces, brown faces, white faces sitting, smiling, laughing together. You would see 18 friends we hardly know enjoying the plenty we had because we each brought a little bit to the table.
And then you would see us back at home, dishes piled in the sink, baby asleep in his crib, giving thanks that tomorrow is another day off.