It's a quiet night at my house. The girls are sound asleep and I'm enjoying the silence. Tomorrow will be just as quiet, there will be no large family gathering, I wont be traveling and there wont be any turkey. The reason is fairly simple - we are thousands of miles away from any family and I don't know how to cook turkey. Shocking I know!
The truth is I'm missing the cooking gene. Give me a paint roller anytime, a dresser to refurbish, a room to decorate, a garden to dig in and I'm in my element. But cooking & baking? All I can think about is who is going to clean all of this up? A cookbook is like a foreign language to me, no matter how many times I read it, it just doesn't make sense. So there, I've revealed one of my flaws. But I can live with it. Just fine actually, I married a chef!
I didn't really plan it, I swear, I fell in love with my husband because he was funny, smart, ambitious and oh-so-handsome in his uniform. Then again, my parents love to tell the story of how I never showed any interest in learning how to cook. It began when I was just a little girl, I always gave them the perfect excuse why I didn't need to learn: I was going to marry a chef! That's how the story goes anyway ... so maybe I did plan it, just a little.
Whenever my husband is away, I'm filling in for him, too. It gets hectic, it can be exhausting and some days his absence is just painful. I have some big shoes to fill - my oldest daughter is such a daddy's girl. She asked for a turkey a few days ago but I just know this wouldn't turn out very well - it probably would be a disaster which I wouldn't enjoy preparing one bit just so that she can take about 3 bites to declare that she's really full and could she please have her dessert now?
We came up with a plan though. You see, it is the mission of every military spouse to make every day as normal as possible and every holiday as special as possible. Apart from the fear-factor it doesn't make a difference if my husband is overseas or on temporary duty somewhere stateside like he is now. It doesn't matter if he's gone a year or just a few weeks like this time around. He is not home. Period. He can't read a good-night story to the girls or tug them in. He wont make pancakes on Sunday's nor Turkey on Thanksgiving.
So we'll spend the morning goofing around in our PJ's, we'll go to the movies and watch Puss in Boots, we'll make a corn casserole - the one vegetable both my girls can agree on - and attempt an apple pie and we'll end the day with a game or two of Trouble.
I will count my blessings - of which there are many - and hope for a 10 minute phone-call from my husband. 10 minutes may not sound like a whole lot but it is 10 whole minutes more than I got Thanksgiving Day of 2002, 2007, 2009 .... and for that I'll be very thankful.
HAVE A WONDERFUL THANKSGIVING,