This year, we spent Thanksgiving at my sister's in-laws in Hoffman Estates. I have had a hard time emotionally in the past week in anticipation of my first holiday without mom. We pretty much have always had Thanksgiving day and Christmas day with mom and dad. The one time we tried to go to Springfield to Chuck's family for Thanksgiving, our van broke down on I-55 and we were towed home. That is only because the job I had at the time allowed me the day and the day after off. With clinical nursing, the chance of having the day before and the day of off are slim to none.
My girls are such traditionalists and even though we were at someone else' house, they provided the table favors, which was always something they did with grandma:


My nephew's wife works for Target headquarters in Minneapolis and she ordered the meal from them. A few of us provided fill ins, and I was skeptical about a non-home cooked meal, but I was very pleasantly surprised as it was delicious and the turkey was probably more moist than if I would have made it. (although the home roasted turkey that Chuck made this week and we
brined for two days was delectable)

This is Catie's plate, which was not nearly as full as mine. I made the sweet potatoes, which is a requirement for this celebration. The
Ciabatta rolls were from Target and were divine. I've gotta tell you that my plate was much fuller with Red cabbage (a tradition from mom) and green bean casserole. I was so full, and we had two dessert times.

My nephew, Peter,
lovin' on my sweet potatoes. We made 10 pounds of them this year, and brought just a meal's worth home.
It was also my sister's birthday. All my life, I have felt cheated because my birthday falls two weeks before Christmas. But until this year, I never realized that we have often overlooked her birthday because it always falls in the week of Thanksgiving and every 7 years, on the day. She was actually born on Thanksgiving day and my mom and dad always said it was in the middle of a horrific blizzard. They had at least 15 miles to drive to the hospital.

I made her a fruit pizza and you can't really read it, but wrote in gel icing "Happy Birthday, Beryl" on the top. It sort of mixed in with the glaze I topped it with. Then she opened her gifts. I made her a purse for her birthday and wouldn't you know it, didn't get a picture. Will post as soon as I do.
The whole day was good, even though I missed mom and some elements she always brought to the celebration. My kids missed her too. We never cried about it, but all day, I wanted to be by my mom.
Hope you had a blessed, thankful day.