I ponder in thought of our Thanksgiving weekends of years ago. Originally, as young adults, we didn't all have Friday off work (and I'm not sure the term black Friday even existed) ... so we would all hit the road that night & land on my parents' doorstep around 9pm. By Saturday morning rise-n-shine ... we would already be able to smell the roasting bird. Mom would start up a big breakfast as the noise level began to rise & while dishes were getting squared away afterward, she would be starting on the side dishes. I was always in charge of the ambrosia & the decision would have been made as to the color of the Thanksgiving mashers. 
Desserts had been made (and guarded) the evening before to free up oven space for marshmellowed yams, extra stuffing & the FRESH home made rolls. By late morning a poker game was well under way, that didn't take a breath until we got the duty call to get the table set. Deviled eggs, cranberry sauce (whole & jellied), winter veggies, & gravy were set out, and we would be staking out seating claims. Usually around 2:30 ..... there would be a call-to-order, the room would fill with silence for the first time in nearly 20 hours, & dad would say grace. And the feasting began. A lot of smiles & laughter came to that table over the years. The faces have changed. Cherubs are now young adults with families of their own. The traditional servings are a little prettier. The surroundings are different as well ... but something, the most important thing, has not .... it's still a time when we all come together as a family. There is more noise & a higher calorie count I'm sure- but the amount of love that fills the house at this time is what I come away MOST filled with. And it's only hours away!!
Desserts had been made (and guarded) the evening before to free up oven space for marshmellowed yams, extra stuffing & the FRESH home made rolls. By late morning a poker game was well under way, that didn't take a breath until we got the duty call to get the table set. Deviled eggs, cranberry sauce (whole & jellied), winter veggies, & gravy were set out, and we would be staking out seating claims. Usually around 2:30 ..... there would be a call-to-order, the room would fill with silence for the first time in nearly 20 hours, & dad would say grace. And the feasting began. A lot of smiles & laughter came to that table over the years. The faces have changed. Cherubs are now young adults with families of their own. The traditional servings are a little prettier. The surroundings are different as well ... but something, the most important thing, has not .... it's still a time when we all come together as a family. There is more noise & a higher calorie count I'm sure- but the amount of love that fills the house at this time is what I come away MOST filled with. And it's only hours away!! 
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