This was our first year not having Thanksgiving at my moms house which is also my house now. It was a little uncomfortable for me at first. I was trying to figure out how I fit into the whole day now. I think others can understand just not knowing where you fit in, well in general. I think that is my problem in life. I am living with my mom so I am trying to have my family under her roof. I have to be the daughter, mother and wife all under one roof and a lot of times those roles are adverse to each other. I want to be able to do and be everything that people need from me. So, that brings me back to Thanksgiving. My sister in law or as I like to say my favorite fake sister(I have another sister in-law and a step sister) made an amazing environment and a fantastic meal. My mom and I made a lot of the sides. I made the mash potatoes as I do whenever we have mashed potatoes. I use the masher that my grandfather Lenton Poole used while a chef in the army during WWII. There was a beautiful moment when Logan and Ava stood on a chair and each took turns mashing. They were fighting over who got to mash t e longest and who was the better masher. It brought me back to my brother and I using the same masher fighting over the same things. I was realizing at that moment that I did not have to be the hostess or the one taking on everything to belong. My kids would not have the day without me. That is where I belong in this line of great potato mashers. When I got to my brothers and was greeted by my nephew who was so happy to see his Aves and my sister-in-law that looked stunning in classic pearls, I looked at my brother and saw my grandfather watch on his wrist and my fathers necklace around his neck and felt connected again. The day went fantastic as my worries melted away. I stared at Naima's home made pies decorating the counters and wanted to skip dinner to eat dessert. The kids sat next to us at their own table making a hot mess and lots of noise. They were all crazy but that is to be expected. They all had so much fun together. they played together all night until Damien passed out and we took our kids home, where two out of three of them passed out. But back to the desserts. I used to think that pumpkin pie was like a good husband you loved it, it made you feel good and it tasted good. I recently discovered that I was starting an affair with pecan pie. It is fun to eat and sweet and make me feel fantastic. Well Naima made me get divoriced from pumpkin pie last night. She added Whipp cream infused with Jack Daniels. It had me at first whiff!!! I don't think I have ever loved a desert so much. I hope Naima knows that she is not allowed to ever leave the family that she has me addicted to her being in charge of a holiday and her fantasticle baking!!! I am liking how our family is growing. We have our growing pains but we are growing, so i guess that is how its supposed to be. Like I said to start I am trying to figure out how I fit into it all.
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