My mother’s
spirit woke me at 5:00 on this Thanksgiving morning reminding me to put the
turkey in the oven. It’s just a 5 ½ pound turkey breast that we’re cooking for
sandwiches later, not the 30 pounder she would put in her oven the night
before, but still she knew I should get it in there before the bustle of the
day. Our tradition includes getting the girls to school to prepare for the game,
spending some time in the stands to watch the half-time show, then rushing over
to the lake to have dinner with the Andersons. Later, we’ll be back at our
house to host some Lamarres for soup and sandwiches and dessert. And, because of
my mother’s thoughtful spirit, I am up recharging in the quiet of my house, the
turkey in the oven my coffee hot in my mug, being alone the way I need to be before
a crowded day.
I am thankful.
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