Another Thanksgiving I remember with some angst, my first as a newly separated single Mom. It even generated a brief reflection, with tongue somewhat in cheek. Seems like someone else's life, some 30 years later.
He left days before Thanksgiving and I,wanting to pretend for the children,
did the usual turkey and pumpkin pie.
I held it together until I made the gravyand discovered I had lost custody
of the gravy boat.
May you and yours enjoy each other's love and companionship in gratitude for all our many blessings