We have all been there, thanksgiving morning, looking around the kitchen completely lost. Stressing, wondering where we should even start. Questioning all the work we put in so far. Will everyone like it? Is this enough food? Do I have enough forks? Where will everyone sit? Well I’m about to tell you how I avoid the last minute stress that comes the second you open eyes that wonderful thanksgiving morning.
Hello beautiful, it’s only been a few days since you left, but I miss you so much. You were always there for me when no one else was. When no one even noticed I was hurting, but you always knew. You’d come piter pattering into my room and jump onto the bed and snuggle into the covers with me. Staring at me with those big eyes that told me everything would be okay.