Last year we hosted our first American thanksgiving…in Canada. It was so memorable because to me it really felt like we weren’t just playing “house” any longer, but rather taking part in the blessing of hosting, dining, and sharing deeply in our own place. I wrote about it in this post.
This year my parents will be in town for the occasion (insert really happy emoji here). It is in us to be traditional some how, ins’t it? To eat dinner together each night, to find adventures, to walk hand-in-hand. Mini-traditions that point to the great Tradition of feeling safe, comforted and, the greatest, unconditionally loved no matter. That tradition our prayer for our home, for every visitor, brother or sister, friend or neighbor.
And on the menu…
Chicken Pot Pie with Butternut Squash, again
Smashed, Mashed or any kind of potatoes
Bacon and Brussels Sprout Salad
A couple added sides brought by friends!
DESSERT:
Apple Cheddar Tart
Pictures of our evening together to follow. I can’t wait to have everyone under one roof for the first time in months!
xo
