My mom and I returned almost 4 hours later just minutes before guests were set to arrive. The house smelled wonderful. Floors had been vacuumed, bathrooms cleaned, silver was polished and laid at each table setting just so, candles had been lit, a selection of cheeses laid out, drinks were chilling and the champagne bucket was at the ready.
Every photo I took was blurry--which kind of captures my feeling of relieved bliss.
My mom was well enough to join the party.
Gravy got made.
Turkey got carved.
Fun was had.
I was not the great and powerful Oz of Thanksgiving dinner.
And it was fabulous.
