Thanksgiving was always at grandma's house. No matter how early I woke she had always worked many hours in the kitchen before I joined her. I liked being up before everyone else, just Grandma, the baking bird and me. Those are some of my favorite memories of her. She loved to cook and could make magic happen in a kitchen on a holiday. I can almost taste her mashed potatoes... It's really just not the same without her. She'd be happy that I spent the holiday in Iowa, she was an advocate for being together whenever life allowed.
I miss how she laughed a lot. I miss spending the day with her in the kitchen, between sneaking peeks of the Macey's Thanksgiving Day Parade. There was a lot of laughter in that kitchen. She always laughed at me, even when I was not funny. She was definitely my biggest fan, that is for certain. This Thanksgiving I miss sitting next to my Grandma at the dinner table.
I miss how she laughed a lot. I miss spending the day with her in the kitchen, between sneaking peeks of the Macey's Thanksgiving Day Parade. There was a lot of laughter in that kitchen. She always laughed at me, even when I was not funny. She was definitely my biggest fan, that is for certain. This Thanksgiving I miss sitting next to my Grandma at the dinner table.
No comments:
Post a Comment