Of the year. Truly. We traditionally spend Thanksgiving with Pk’s family in a tiny town in southern Michigan. We’ve had a few years off, like when I was expecting Lucy and didn’t want to travel, or when Pk’s grandma became unable to host. This year Pk’s entire family made the trip and his Mom pulled together an amazing meal. His grandma came up for the night from the assisted care facility and was surrounded by her children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. It was wonderful and of course – rural Michigan is beautiful. Lucy had a wonderful time playing with her uncles and cousins.
It’s hard to explain what a powerful sense of belonging this place has for Pk’s family. Generations have lived and farmed there. His mom grew up here and visits as often as she can. I know that as the next generation grows up and has families of their own it will be harder to maintain a connection to this place, but I feel so fortunate that I’ve been able to see it and get to know Pk’s extended family. Truly something to be thankful for.
Also, farm fresh pie. Did I mention pie? I made it my mission to catch up on my weight gain after such a rough first trimester. We also crowd sourced baby boy names from the family (hilarious – the great grandkids thought Quatro was a winner) and ate as many leftovers as we could.
I hope you and yours had a wonderful Thanksgiving weekend.