The kids are coming home tonight! My boys are coming to spend the night, and my daughter and her fiance will be here tomorrow!
I get a morning with my babies, and a dinner with everyone around.
I know its trite, I know its cliche, but you know what?
I’m washing sheets and towels today, making up the beds, scrubbing the shower.
And I’m cooking. And cooking. And cooking!!
Brining a turkey, baking a pumpkin for pie, making some cornbread for stuffing and peeling apples for that pie. There will be squash and yams and beans and cider. All the traditional goodies, made with love.
I don’t know why the Pilgrims had that first feast in 1621. Maybe they were relieved to have the harvest in at last, and happy that half of them had survived the first year. Maybe they were saying Thanks to old Massasoit for all the help. I don’t know for sure.
But I suspect that the real reason for the whole three day extravaganza was the fact that one of the Pilgrim Moms was happy to see her kids coming back from their hunting trip. She was probably just thinking, “Yay! The boys are home! Let’s eat!”