Thankful.

"I'm not sure about this."

This phrase was tossed about between Brett and I yesterday as we fumbled our way through our first Thanksgiving without a mom or grandma to guide us through.  

Our first turkey was beautiful.  Fifteen minutes to go, I opened the stock to mix up one last basting sauce to perfect our already beautiful bronze turkey breast.  As I flipped open the cap, I realized that this stock was no good. I had been basting our turkey with broth gone bad.  "I'm not so sure about this, Brett."

A quick run to the store, two hours and a half a turkey breast later, we realized this was too much work for two people who don't particularly care for poultry.  Next time, I think we will just get a rotisserie chicken.  We are more about the pie and fixins.

Brett was in charge of the potatoes.  He peeled, he sliced, and he boiled.  I think he may have boiled a little too long, because they were more pasty cream than a fluffy mashed.  "I'm not sure about this, Erin."

If Emma could talk a little better, I'm pretty sure she would have said, "I'm not so sure about this meal."

One thing we are sure about?  We are blessed.

We may not have the best cooking skills, but we have each other.  Staying home was certainly the best decision for us this year.  We enjoyed our lousy potatoes and tough turkey, then enjoyed a family nap before heading back for seconds.  

This year, I am thankful for little handprints on the glass, for the toothpaste in the sink, and the scratches on the floor from the dog.  These are the daily reminders from everything important in my home, that I am blessed.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!