the Thanksgiving Table ready to be filled-a happy sight
It was like my throat was possessed. The worst night was Sunday. I woke up gagging and gasping for air. At that point I hadn't been able to eat much for three days and was weak and sleep-deprived. Monday I woke up able to swallow (some scrambled eggs and a yogurt drink from Dr. Gooch). Relief. Recovery. Thank you for prayers and advice--both were weighed heavily, I think. I never knew I was so grateful for the ability to swallow. Just in time, right?
Today is a new day and we have Uncle Jacob (who my kids confusedly call Uncle Brenda) staying for the holiday feast. I loved spending the day "catching up" with my tall, handsome brother. And tomorrow Aunt Ann and Uncle Brendon (source of confusion) arrive with sweet baby MD.
The kids are excited for the holiday. Having visitors is supreme in their eyes and Seth likes meat on bones so the prospect of a whole Turkey for dinner (make it really brown, Mom) is heavenly. I put Jacob to work slicing and peeling roasted chestnuts for the stuffing and de-segmented a load of grapefruit for the traditional grapefruit slush:
pink lemonade concentrate
mix with lemon/lime bubbly
serve in goblets with pizazz
We couldn't hardly peel Hazel off of her Uncle Brenda Jacob and he is now catching some early evening z's to recover from tolerating her antics all day long.
Here's a sweet picture of Seth "starring" in Stone Soup. I was super bummed to miss it. Super. Bummed. He refused to reenact the song and dance in our living room for me.
Oh, and look at that grass!!