More than a decade ago, I started out on my mothering journey with a simple premise: I was going to love the little baby growing inside of me like no one else could.

Thursday, November 22, 2012


For the first time in over 10 years, I was able to spend Thanksgiving with my family.  I really have no words for how wonderful it was.  My beloved Mama cooked the bird I bought for her.  My sister and I did all the rest of the cooking for my five kids, her daughter, and my grandparents.  Twelve of us in all.  We enjoyed a bunch of sides I pick up from Whole Foods (aka, Whole Paycheck!), as well as mashed potatoes, mushroom gravy, green beans, carrots, stuffed squash (not my fav!) pumpkin pie, and baked apples.  I even made some chocolate chip cookies for dessert!

I traveled 3000 miles and waited 10 years to make my Mama and grandparents Thanksgiving dinner.  I was able to share the kitchen with my sister, make and eat my favorite meals, and visit with my family.  I was able to introduce my Grandpa to his youngest grandchild.  I snuggled with my children, and watched them playing with their cousin- jumping on the trampoline, doing puzzles, and making believe with toy kitchens and baby dolls.

I am so, so, so glad that I had this opportunity.  Best. Thanksgiving. Ever.  <3 p="p">