I know we are all experiencing the new normal but when it comes to Thanksgiving I am not ok! I miss the house full of people. Waiting my turn for the bathroom. Long hot baths in the deep porcelain tub with the hottest water on earth. The early morning sounds of a walker before the sun even thinks about rising. The kitchen so hot from cooking that we open the doors. Waiting my turn in the tiny kitchen to prepare my sweet potatoes and remembering that the Kitchen Aid starts as soon as you plug it in. The smell of food all night and waking up to cinnamon rolls wafting over the coffee.

Oh what I’d give to be back there at this very moment. I’ve spent nearly every Thanksgivings of my life in that house until last year.

We each took our turn making our dishes, eating chocolate, and catching up the night before Thanksgiving. It was my home away from home. It didn’t matter what was going on in our lives we were there. Together. That’s what I miss. My family Together. I had no idea that Thanksgiving 2018 would be my last on N. Fifth Ave.

Tonight I started prepping for Thanksgiving and the memories flooded my mind and I cried. My nine year old misses our Piggott trip almost as much as me.

I made all of our favorites in tiny portions. I was texting my cousins and pretending I’d see them tomorrow. In reality tomorrow we will FaceTime and celebrate the last Thanksgiving on N. Fifth Ave! I look forward to being back around the table with my family prayerfully in the new year even though it won’t be in that house!

Happy Thanksgiving Eve!

🧡,

Julie