I'm watching the days go by on the calendar and I know that Thanksgiving is less than a week away. I don't even want to think about Christmas.
I was shopping for Thanksgiving dinner ingredients with my husband and making a menu list out loud.
"What do we need for stuffing?"
It sounds so small. It's a word - a simple side dish that he makes every year. It's his Grandmother's recipe, and it's fantastic.
It was also my mother's favorite thing to eat when we hosted Thanksgiving. He made a special pan just for her.
I instantly choked up, thinking that she wouldn't be standing in the kitchen picking at the turkey while he was cutting it. Or hassling him for taking too long to put it all on the table.
It's bothered me since then... I can't get the image out of my mind.
I came home from work on Tuesday a complete mess and had to calm myself down before I could explain to Tony why I was upset. When I did, he responded with something that made complete and total sense: