We started early this morning, running around Wallace about eight o’clock when everything opened. Sammy went to work and Max, Doo, and I went to the store to get extra butter, because, butter, a longer tablecloth for the eight-foot fold-up we have, and a basketball that we won’t keep in the dog yard. Pop.
We also hit the local Bojangles for some special holiday week biscuits and Bo rounds. We eventually found our way home, unloaded the groceries, and started cooking. We premade many of our Thanksgiving feast food like macaroni and cheese (first time making it for the holiday), all the squashes, the sweet potatoes, eight pies, the green bean casserole because, you know, America, cranberry sauce and some apple compote because I had extra peeled apples. You can’t waste peeling because it’s a job and Baylee worked hard at it. I was in a groove for about eight hours, then Max spoke.
“What are you going to write about today, Mom?”
“Oh my gosh! I have to write.”
For the warped vinyl record, I love to write. I have a passion for writing, but I was so hypnotized by the swirling fact that I was cooking for so many people I love for the first time in many years, that I pushed my commitment to the side where I couldn’t see it.
“Write about cooking today,” Max said.
“I want people to enjoy reading it,” I said.
“I like reading about stuff like that,” Max said.
He’s such a sweet kid, and one of my biggest fans, and he’s right, I should write about today, the moment I’m in, the present.
I would not write if I didn’t make this commitment in Roger’s name to write for 543 days straight. It’s an important goal for me, and it’s working. Writing is becoming easier and I don’t have to check it over and over. (Evidence of that came yesterday. I missed a word. I fixed it with minimal butterflies in my gut and moved on.)
So, today I am grateful for many things, like my commitment to writing, my beautiful sauces and compotes I canned in the midst of the kitchen chaos, and tomorrow with all four of my boys on Thanksgiving for the first time in six freaking years!
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