It’s probably just me, but I seem to have a knack for memorable Thanksgivings. Nothing tops the great Thanksgiving Fiasco of 2008 of course. Here’s a reminder if you need it.
I know… I shouldn’t complain, and the truth is that I’m not really complaining. It was memorable, and it was enjoyable. Just not what we expected.
So this year….
Courtney and I have never really done Thanksgiving on our own. Normally we’re with family, but this year we decided to break the mold and head back up to Idaho to visit those good friends of ours. So in a way, it was kind of on our own in that we were actually responsible for good chunks of the feast.
Let’s see… Sarah made what might be the most incredible turkey known to mankind–Peruvian Turkey. You can bet I’ll be figuring that beast out for future meals. As someone who doesn’t quite care for turkey, I could not stop digging into it long before the meal. So very good. Then there were the piles of mashed potatoes, the mounds of pies, the assortment of veggies and treats–including my incredible fudge.
But what made this memorable?
The vomit. 🙂
Need I say more? You’re right. No, which is exactly why I’m going to keep talking….
It started with their youngest. And then our youngest. And then their next youngest. Then three of the four adults started having stomach issues. And then Sunday… Oh Sunday…. All dressed up and ready to go to church, and I got a strong “prompting” that I shouldn’t go. As in I spent most of the day wishing I were dead. It was awful. It was sudden. It was over before I knew it.
But we had a good time.
There is something about that valley that calls me. I told Courtney that I could literally feel stress and tension pouring out of me the closer we got. And when we turned the corner in Idaho Falls for the last stretch, I could feel the calm and peace settling in. Not necessarily a spiritual calm and peace, just a this-is-home calm and peace. Maybe I should say “a” home. It’s a place I could be wonderfully happy never leaving.
And yet it is wonderful to be home. To be in my small yellow house. To see that which is familiar, family.
Sigh…. And now we enter what we’ve come to call the long pause. It’ll probably be June or July before we get any serious face time with these friends again. They’re coming through town in a few weeks for vacation, and we’ll see them then, but after that…. Sarah said, when they left, that she thought the separation would help increase the fondness and appreciation for those times we did get together. At the time, I wasn’t so sure.
Don’t tell her, but she was right.
Even with all the vomit.