This is my favorite time of Thanksgiving Day: the dishes are done, the kitchen is cleaned up, it's dark now and the candlelight is flickering. I am so full that I probably won't eat again for a week. Maybe two....
The house is quiet and the football game is over. The giggles have died down and Noelle is typing away on her laptop: sending an email to her mother. She showed me the email and it is liberally sprinkled with emoticons. Cute.
The day started rather early and most of it was very busy, preparing for the big meal. I had a good helper this year: Noelle made the pie filling, fluted the edge of one of the pies (I did the other), made the cranberry sauce, and the onion dip. This morning, she coated the turkey with canola oil before I put it in the oven.
We have plans for tomorrow, too. She wants to decorate the Christmas tree. I don't usually put the tree up this early but, for her, I will. She doesn't have a tree at home: her parents celebrate Hanukkah. She is very excited about having a tree that she has decorated.
At ten years of age, she has celebrated every Christmas at Grandma's house. Her memories of the holidays are memories of my home and my celebrations. That's a big responsibility. And now, she wants to do more of the preparations, and be more involved in the plans.
That seems reasonable. And fun....
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