Thanksgiving 2
Friday, November 28th, 2008
Later in the afternoon, the tabletop would be so full with serving trays and bakeware that its wood grains would be hardly visible. But long before the Thanksgiving meal was prepared, we fell asleep together in his bed, my feet dangling above the bedframe shaped like a sleek racecar and him curled into a blanket cocoon. The day’s activities had worn my son and I down and there was still more holiday to be had when our eyes opened. (more…)
