This year, we kept Thanksgiving very simple. My sister and her husband came over for dinner. They live here now, which, as I have said before, is crazy awesome.
However, “simple” meant that Dan and I were in charge of cooking the turkey for the first time. We’ve hosted Thanksgiving several times since we’ve been married, but there’s always been someone else to man the bird. Not this year. It was all us. And we cracked under the pressure. I cracked. We put it in too early because we were worried about putting it in too late. But Dan totally saved things and I somehow sneaked by, only making the pie filling and the cranberry sauce.
It was a nice day. But a regular day too. Cameron’s been Mr. Fussy McFussville for the past few weeks, and he tolerated about 2 minutes in his highchair at the dinner table. Willa wore lipstick. Which is anything but simple. Ha.
I have so many things to be grateful for, and I thought about that a lot on Thanksgiving. But I also am starting to realize how holidays change and evolve as you get older. They were simple as a child, but now even when we try to keep things simple, nothing is that black and white. Life is wonderful. But complicated sometimes. Wonderfully complicated. And at least there’s pie. And wine.