A beautiful day

They usually go to my sister’s for Thanksgiving now since they’ve stopped making the trip to my house, but she had her husband’s father coming who needs a lot of care and attention and wasn’t sure she could handle both him and mom and the cooking and so on so I planned to take dinner to mom and dad. But he had already bought a turkey and wanted to make that. Okay, I’ll bring everything else. No he wants to make the dressing he likes. Ok. And the gravy. Ok. And I’ll get those buns and cranberry relish mom likes. And Maddy likes deviled eggs doesn’t she?? Deviled eggs?!? Geez dad. 🤣 I was afraid he was going to be so stressed and frazzled by the time we got there that he wouldn’t be able to enjoy the company, but they were excited every time I talked to them so I let him do what he wanted and I took everything else. It was a fantastic day. It reminded me of how he used to be. He was an absolute card all day. The mischievous boy in all those black and white photos peeking out from behind the old blue eyes. The belly laughs and chuckles and delight over every little thing. We finished cooking together and did the dishes together. Mom was tired as she always is now, but she could actually talk sometimes and even played catch with a little beanbag with Maddy for a while. I cracked her up a few times and there were lots of hugs and handholding. It was a day spent inside a beautifully wrapped gift. And dad’s a better cook than I am. No wonder he wanted to do the important bits himself. 🤣