I am sitting here deciding on the final dishes for Thanksgiving dinner next week. A couple of years ago my husband and I decided that as long as we are capable we would celebrate Thanksgiving dinner at home.
In years past we would always travel with the kids to my parents or his and join in the large festivities there. There would always be plenty of family, food, and the fun chaos that being a part of a large family brings.
But when our kids became adults with their own families we decided that this would be the one holiday that we would claim as our own with our door and table open to anyone who wants to join us in fact, the more the merrier. We have gathered as few as three, to a full table of ten.
No matter the count, the attention to detail remains the same. I will set the table with care, create a centerpiece to dazzle, select just the right bottle of wine, the sides will be plentiful and the desserts will be decadent because no matter who is missing and who is gathered round the table, our hearts will be full of thankfulness and I want the day to be special.
We have lived a blessed, full life, one that we did nothing special to earn. We have so much more than so many, we have known true Love and for that we will always be thankful.