It's his favorite holiday. And what he loves the most is to have all of us together for a Thanksgiving meal.
Every other year it happens. All of the kids come to us for Thanksgiving dinner. We do it on Friday, rather than Thursday, so that those who have in-laws nearby can spend the official day with them. We figure it is about the togetherness, not the precise day.
This was an off-year. T&A were scheduled to spend Thanksgiving with her family. S2C2 were going to Chris's family and A&A would be with her family on Thursday. So we invited ourselves to Bonnie's and planned a dinner for Friday with just T&A missing but in our thoughts.
Then we got an urgent email from Tom. He and Anastasia were not going to be with her family and could they come up for part of Thanksgiving? The plan was that they'd come to town on Wednesday and spend the evening with Sherry, come down and stay with us, accompany us to Bonnie's, have A&A come here for Friday breakfast and then leave for home sometime after breakfast. That way they'd get to see everyone. Of course they could.
Then last night it all changed. The phone call came around eight o'clock. They'd been in the car for ever, it seemed, and had missed dinnertime at Sherry's and couldn't get there before the kids had to go to bed, and they were coming directly to us. So we quickly talked to Sherry and she consulted with Chris and now they will be joining the rest of us for breakfast on Friday. Joe will get his wish -- everyone together for a Thanksgiving meal, just not the one people usually think of.
He's thankful. I'm thankful, too. It is good to have everyone together. Mostly, though, I'm thankful to have him. Thinking back to the events of Memorial Day, this could have been a vastly different Thanksgiving Day for me, for all of us. I'm thankful to Abington Hospital's Emergency Room for their proficient handling of our emergency. I'm thankful to Dr. Cohen for his calm competence. Mostly I'm thankful to God that I have my husband by my side this Thanksgiving.
The picture of us was taken by my California cousin when she was in town this September. I don't know why Joe has a sort of Clintonesque leer on his face. He's ordinarily not one to leer. But it is us, together. And I'm thankful. Leer and all.