It is Thanksgiving Eve (day) and Wife has just headed out for yet another grocery store run. She did her "major" shopping days ago but there's always that last-minute stuff (her words).
We'll have nine tomorrow -- all our crew plus DIL's parents. It will be a great day and we'll have a great meal and we will have much for which to be thankful.
Thanksgiving has for years been my favorite holiday, especially in my adult life. Wife and I hosted our first Thanksgiving dinner as a married couple in 1984, with my parents and her grandmother as our guests.
We took the turkey out of the freezer -- that's right, the freezer -- after we got home from work on Wednesday and yes, that's right, Wednesday. We were young and we didn't know any better.
We were up intermittently through the night, alternately immersing the bird in hot water and defrosting it with a hairdryer. We didn't know that the cavity was stuffed with the giblets and after they fell out, I stuck a flashlight up there to make sure there wasn't anything else lurking about.
The turkey ended up being delicious and, as far as I know, nobody contracted food poisoning from that meal.
Through the years we hosted many Thanksgiving meals, combining our families and navigating through political discussions. Some 30 years later we know how to steer conversations in different directions when it needs doing.
There are always mishaps and near-disasters, but we always have a great day. Not perfect but always memorable.
And yes, always much for which to be thankful.