The other day it dawned on me that Thanksgiving is the one holiday I can't bear to have messed with. Back during my cult-church days, Thanksgiving was one of the few holidays we were allowed to celebrate. Therefore, I have a lot of feelings of tradition for it that I don't have for other holidays. I love Christmas, but I could care less how we celebrate it. Easter is just any other Sunday; if someone wants to invite me to do something that's great, but if not, I'm just as happy to take a nap. But Thanksgiving? I've been celebrating it my whole life, so it has to be just so or I feel like something's missing. =)
This year I felt very blessed to have Andrew home again for the 2nd Thanksgiving in a row. In a life where holidays with your spouse feel more like a privilege than an expectation, I have definitely learned not to take that for granted! I was hoping to have some of his single buddies over because I love feeding people who don't get home-cooked meals very often, but that didn't work out. It was nice, though, just the two of us!
We certainly didn't lack for food:
sweet potato souffle, green bean casserole, and homemade cranberry sauce. It was all delicious, if I do say so myself.
Dessert was pumpkin cake. It was delicious too--so moist. I may not like pumpkin pie, but I am sure down with some pumpkin cake!
The birds appeared to be celebrating Thanksgiving too:
We tried to give the cats some turkey, but cats just really aren't into celebrating holidays. They refused the turkey. Silly cats.