Thanksgiving Excitement

I am excited for Thanksgiving. I am hosting at my house for the second year in a row. This time my mom and brother are coming where as last year The Husband’s mom and grandparents came.

It’s the preparation that I’m excited about. I love creating the menu, setting the table, deciding what dish the potatoes will be served in and the general tradition of it all. I am excited to take some of the traditions that my grandma had while I was growing up and carrying them on at my house.

I can’t wait. I know I will be in my element. I love cooking for others. I am actually a little bummed that my mom is making as much as she is. I selfishly want this to be my thing, my day, and my achievement. This is the kind of attention I like. Making other people happy makes me happy. My brother would say making other people fat makes me happy with as much food that will be on my table.

I told The Husband that we will be hosting Thanksgiving dinner at our house every year from now on. We’ll just rotate between my family and his and maybe some day we’ll have a house and a kitchen big enough to have both of our families. Sure it’s a little cramped and the dinning room table has to be taken apart and moved into the living room just so that nine people can eat but I don’t care. I love having everyone at one table, its important to me. No kids table needed, they are part of the family too you know.

Maybe after it’s all said and done, I’ll still have enough energy to go bowling with my dad’s family later that night. And if I’m really lucky, early morning shopping on Black Friday.

Cannot Freaking Wait

Thanks Erin of "Seriously?" I would not have seen this without you posting it first.