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Not this year

 Usually the start of the holiday season sets off a dark period for me for many reasons.

But NOT this year.

I'm so excited that my daughter and grandaughter will be here with me tomorrow and that on Friday my son and his wife will join us for our family thanksgiving dinner.  

Having my family with me makes me the happiest.  It is when i am most content.  I love to spend the time with my grandaughter, playing imaginary games, listening to her talk to me about her life (she is a miniature Lindsay) and to just listen to my grown children discuss politics and religion and talk about their views and lives .  They pick on each other and reminisce and tease the hell out of me and the mistakes i made along the way.......and i can't get enough.

My place is crone now.  They run the show and i'm happy to let them.  My opinion is given when asked for.  I am ridiculously proud of both my children and the adults they have grown into. The surpassed anything i could teach them a long time ago.  And now i learn from them.

Except for cooking prime rib.

That, i'm going to do with no input from them.  It's my one thing that i will contribute - aside from the greenbean casserole that was demanded.  They love that stuff.  

I pick up the roast today, and leave it in the fridge uncovered overnight so it gets "tacky".......that sounds gross, but i'll do it.  Then tomorrow i will rub her down with all the goodness to sit until friday.

And then the fun will begin.  



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