The Wednesday before Thanksgiving, Kate made preparations for their Thanksgiving dinner. Spencer and some of their friends from the base were getting together on the day before the actual holiday because some of them had to work the holiday shift or mids that weekend.
The sixteen pound turkey was in the oven and she stirred a Jello-salad before putting it in the fridge to set. Spencer kept Sarah busy, watching a parade on TV or coloring with her.
“Hey, how’s it going in here? It smells good already.” Spencer walked up behind Kate and wrapped her in his arms. She turned around to face him. They stole a kiss and she answered, “Pretty good. Can you and Sarah set the table in a minute?”
“Sure. What else can I help with?”
Kate thought a minute. “How about putting the relish tray together?” She took out the olives, pickles, carrots, celery and the little jar of cheese to stuff in the celery.
“Mmm. Yummy. Oh, how I love this holiday.”
Kate grinned. “Me too.”
“What’s everyone else bringing again?” Spencer opened cans of black olives and drained them in the sink.
“Andrew said he’d bring some spirits and the green bean casserole, Jen is bringing a dessert, Matt’s bringing a salad and a stuffing casserole, the new guy, Joel, is bringing biscuits and rolls and Kelly’s bringing homemade cranberry sauce and a fruit plate.”
“Wow, we’re eating like royalty today.” He kissed her again, nice and slow. She let herself enjoy his kisses and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Mommy, Mommy, it’s snowing.” Sarah ran into the kitchen and Kate let go of Spencer who stepped away. It sounded like she said ‘knowing’. Some of her consonants were hit and miss and Kate wondered if she would need any speech therapy. She had no idea, but Spencer had assured her, she was normal. Kate had to trust his judgment.
Kate knelt down to her level. “It is?”
“On the TV. It’s pretty. Come see.” Sarah grabbed Kate’s hand and tried pulling her. “Okay, I’m coming. Someday you might see snow here.” She followed Sarah to watch the snow for a minute. “See? Look at the pretty snow.”
“It is pretty. Every snowflake is different, can you believe that?”
She nodded, her curls bouncing on her shoulders. “I want one.”
Kate smiled at her innocence. “It’s fun to try, but they melt right away.”
Sarah sat down, watching a Thanksgiving special. Her attention diverted, Kate went back to the kitchen. Their company would arrive in about an hour and they would assemble the food onto the table and share a toast.
Until next time,