« I want everyone to see what we built. »
Then we bought our first house.
It’s not huge, but it’s ours. Old hardwood floors, a tiny yard, a kitchen that needed work but had good light. I cried the first night we slept there, happy tears this time.
Jason held me on the floor between boxes and said, « Next Thanksgiving, we host. »
« Are you sure? » I asked. « That’s a lot. »
« I am, » he said. « I want everyone to see what we built. »
So we invited everyone for our first official Thanksgiving.
« Please don’t suck, » I told the turkey. « I need this win. »
I made lists. I watched videos. I planned the turkey down to the minute.
Thanksgiving morning, I was up at six. I started with pies—pumpkin and apple. I made the crust from scratch because I wanted to prove something, maybe to Diane, maybe to myself.
