“Susie Homemaker” I am not, and when Dave decided to invite his brothers over for Thanksgiving, he told me he would help get the house company-worthy. “Sounds good,” I said. So he called and invited them, then informed me – No, one of his brothers had to work. So needless to say, the necessity of our house becoming “company-worthy” took a back burner.
In the days that followed, I wondered what our future Thanksgivings would be like. Would a new tradition form? Would it be unique from year to year? As I pondered the possibilities, I again felt the loss of my father-in-law and I decided to sign-up and volunteer to help serve the hurting on Thanksgiving Day.
The day before Thanksgiving, Dave’s brother called to say he got the weekend off after all and could come. “What are you going to do?” I asked. “What do you mean?” he questioned. “I won’t be here,” I reminded him. “Well what time will you be home? We will just eat then.”
(Not my point.)
“Who is going to cook all the food?” I asked. He replied, “I will.” “Well who is going to clean the house,” I pressed. “Don’t worry about it,” he provided.
So I didn’t. Until the next morning. Realizing the state of my house, I was mortified. I apologized to Dave for my lack of housekeeping, and trying to make me laugh, he assured me that this did not shock him and that it was not a deal-breaker. “We’ll be ready to eat at 2:00 when you get home,” he told me when I left at 9:00. I had no idea how he was going to do it.
Surprised would be an understatement, though I don’t know why. A man of no excuses, he is. When he says he is going to do something, you can count on it.
Not only did he smoke the turkey for 12 hours to perfection, he also single-handedly made mashed potatoes and gravy, sweet potatoes, stuffing, Brussels sprouts, cranberries and carrots; his brothers brought chips and dip and the rolls; and our son brought a pumpkin pie and Cool Whip. I showed up and was shown my seat at the table in the backyard. It was a beautiful, 80 degree day and everything turned out absolutely perfect.
And that right there sums up so much of what I love about my husband. He has the right kind of pride to pull it off with just enough humility to let me tell about it. Because let me tell you, there are some (you know who you are) who would revoke his “man card” for such an act. However, I am thankful that he returned his card to your club years ago, in exchange for something much better – an exclusive membership with me.
And this Thanksgiving, I am especially grateful that he to whom I hitched my star turned out to be the perfect fit for me – right here, right now, and for as long as my focus is positive on the things I choose to see.
Even when he does this to my truck –