We stayed home this year for Thanksgiving, and while it was certainly more low key and quiet than normal, it was lovely. Cousin Jordan joined us for the big meal, and we took full advantage of the magic of Face Time to connect with loved ones far away, but apart from that, the three of us and the fur babies just enjoyed a cozy day together.
The oven was fired up bright and early and the house smelled of various wonderful things all day long. It's funny because those smells take me back to childhood and back to the college years and the LA years and everything that has filled the cracks in between. It doesn't matter which oven is doing the cooking, because the memories are really made around the company and the food. We scored big on both fronts, and on R's second Turkey Day, we were thankful for the opportunity to be together, for delicious food to fill our tummies and a warm, loving home to surround us. For long distance embraces and wishes from loved ones, and for the never ending rotation of books to read and block towers to build and puzzles to assemble. Rowan said "turkey" and "gobble," and "mmmmm!" which I think we can all agree is her way of saying it was a fabulous holiday.
It was Chicago's coldest Thanksgiving in two decades, but it felt nice and warm at Casa Carretta. We hope yours was equally awesome.