This was our first Christmas without my mom — and Christmas is officially over. Letting the First Christmas Without My Mom Be What It Was This was our first Christmas without my mom, and it was the holiday we worried about the most. She gained her wings in June, and somehow it feels like she planned this Christmas in a way she knew we could manage. Still, Christmas showed up anyway. The day felt warm and easy. Laughter came naturally, without forcing itself, and the food followed — plentiful, comforting, and shared without rushing. The gifts felt thoughtful, and joy found its way in right when we needed it. Then,…
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This Thanksgiving, I was assigned sweet potato duty — candied, baked, pies… you name it, I’m your girl. And somewhere between the mixing, stirring, double-checking the spices, and prepping and freezing everything, I found myself thinking back to past Thanksgiving kitchens. And if I’m honest, those kitchens were never quiet. They were loud.Lively.Full of people talking over one another. Doggies underfoot hoping to catch anything that falls. Folks running from the kitchen to the living room to see if their team scored a touchdown. Someone always asking where the nutmeg went. And everybody insisting their dish was the one the holiday couldn’t survive without. Those kitchens were crowded, warm, and…
