I miss Thanksgiving.
I miss planning the menu or realizing that I don't have to cook a thing. I miss knowing I'll see close friends or family or both really soon. I miss all that food, all that amazing food. I miss the first holiday that marks the start of the holiday season. And the leftovers. I really miss Thanksgiving leftovers.
I know, I know. I can have Thanksgiving here. And it's true. Sort of. But it is not the same.
It's just a regular thursday here. A regular thursday I will try to make special for the boys. I will make stuffing and roast a chicken and make homemade cream of mushroom soup and fry shallots for green bean casserole and I will, of course, make apple pie and pumpkin pie and homemade vanilla ice cream for one and whipped cream for the other.
I will tell them all the reasons I have to be thankful, grateful. It will be a long list.
It will be a quiet, small, private Thanksgiving.