Yesterday was my first time ever to be in charge of the Thanksgiving day feast for my family. Yes, I experienced first hand, the stress over the perfect turkey and the timing of everything in and out of the oven, the grumbling voices of, I’m hungry, because I’d stretched the time just a wee bit long from 12:30 to 1:00 p.m, and laying it all in a decent presentation so the dinner felt–well, really special. ;0)

I was only 30 minutes late! Yeah, go me.  I managed the turkey, mashed potatoes, some sort of different brown rice, apricot with pecan stuffing,  and of course, mashed potatoes, green bean casserole with my own little touch, and some sort of pumpkin pie dessert.

The turkey. I baked it perfectly—only I set the darn thing in the pan, upside- down. So when I opened the oven wondering why the popper didn’t shoot sky high, I was sweating a little. It wasn’t until my husband was carving the turkey and wondered where the meat was. He flipped it over and we had a really great laugh at that. Go figure. I guess I’ll chalk it up to just me being me–a little backwards myself at times. LOL

I have to say, I loved seeing the boys downstairs, sprawled across the couches snoring away. It wasn’t the food necessarily, but definitely the company. The feeling of everyone fully satisfied, relaxed and at least in the moment, totally worry free. It made me happy. It made me tear up just a little at how much I love my family. 

Family is a perfect dream come true.