thankful

Coordinating the whole mixing, baking, cleaning, whipping, dirtying every dish, scrubbing little faces, whisking the gravy and timing it all to come together at exactly 4 p.m. while still trying to be kind, patient and unbossy is a nearly impossible task. I’m not ashamed to admit that I dissolved into tears more than once.

But, the tears dry quickly when surrounded by so much loveliness.

I’m grateful for:

a husband who cuts up grapefruit for me,

Xander unloading the dishwasher,

a neighbor who loans (gives) me corn syrup or any other missing ingredient every time (I think I owe him 3 dozen eggs),

grate pie makers,

chocolatey beaters (Gabe is the only child who didn’t help cook. His only job was licking spatulas and beaters while watching Star Wars.),

eight pies

lemon cream, 2 pumpkin, 2 chocolate mousse, apple, 2 pecan,

peeling potatoes with Grandpa,

tiny pies,

a spontaneous duet on Grandma’s baby grand,

curls,

candles,

drumsticks,