We could ask for no greater reason to inspire gratitude than the one we were served on the night of Thanksgiving. My husband’s father has been in the hospital for a week. He had lost all feeling in his legs, and when the doctors went to look, they found several growths along the spine, ones they feared might be related to cancer. The news sent our family into a head spin; we were so unprepared for such a prognosis. Not that anyone’s ever really prepared to hear such a thing. But after many days of anxious waiting, we heard the results of the biopsy: in surgery, they were able to remove all of the growth, and no sign of cancer could be detected.
If my husband hadn’t already been sitting down, he might have collapsed in relief.
We had much to be thankful for, and we celebrated, our little family of two.
I surprised my husband with a miniature Thanksgiving dinner. I laid out the table with flowers and candles.
No turkey for us, but I did make a traditional green bean casserole and of course sweet potatoes topped with marshmallows, along with pork loin that I had marinated in a balsamic & Dijon sauce. Plus a slice each of some amazingly decadent, but not too sweet, almond-coffee-cream-cake and German chocolate cake for dessert.
(Our oven is on the blitz, so I did have to improvise a bit.) It wasn’t much, but it felt festive. And after dinner, my husband pulled me into an embrace, the kind that tells you more strongly than words that you’re appreciated.
And then we watched Cowboys & Aliens. ‘Cuz we’re traditional like that.
Anyway, I hope your Thanksgiving was lovely, fun, and full of warmth. Much love to all of you in the holiday season!