Chapter 10 - Building New Traditions
With Thanksgiving just two weeks away, our household buzzed with a brand-new kind of holiday preparation.
For the first time in nine years, we were hosting Thanksgiving dinner right here in our own home, inviting close friends, my sister’s family, and a few neighbors who had become like chosen family over the years. There was no pressure to appease anyone, no walking on eggshells, and no performative politeness.
"We need three turkeys," Mason declared dramatically as we sat around the kitchen island reviewing our grocery list. "And at least four pumpkin pies. Uncle Dave eats like a bear before hibernation."
"Two turkeys are plenty, Mason," I laughed, stirring my morning coffee. "Unless you want to spend the entire weekend eating leftovers."
"I see absolutely nothing wrong with that plan," Greg grinned, walking into the kitchen wearing a plaid flannel shirt and holding his car keys. "Alright, team, who’s coming with me to pick up the outdoor patio heaters and the extra folding chairs? We’re hosting twenty people, and everyone is getting a proper seat at the main table."
"I'll go!" June shouted, raising her hand eagerly.
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"Me too," Amber added, grabbing her denim jacket off the hook.
Watching them pile into Greg’s truck, laughing and arguing over music selections, I felt a deep, abiding sense of gratitude. The shadows cast by Janet and Richard had finally dissipated entirely, replaced by the bright, unclouded warmth of our own family’s sun.
