I arrived with my family in Chicago and was looking forward to the bird all morning. The aroma was so amazing I felt like I wanted to dive into the oven. In fact, my family loves me so much that they got one of the biggest turkeys they could find.
Only... it was TOO big, though. Even though my mom got up super early to get it going the oven had other ideas about cooking it completely.
So we ate all the side dishes at noon... read my last post and see if God doesn't have a sense of humor.
The turkey tasted good at 3pm. Nothing like an all-day meal, eh?
The next day I got to enjoy some more turkey with my dad, not to mention some lasagna.
I'm thankful for my family... and for the ability to laugh at life together.