Thanksgiving Memories

You might say my relationship with Luke had its beginnings over a Thanksgiving dinner we didn’t even eat together. In college, some friends of mine wanted to put together a night of turkey and stuffing a weekend before Thanksgiving, and I was elected cook. Here’s the thing- I didn’t know how to cook much more than to brown some ground beef or boxed macaroni and cheese. Maybe it was the borrowed Holstein-patterned apron I was wearing, but miraculously, a turkey, stuffing, gravy, green bean casserole, rolls and more came steaming from the little kitchen of my friend’s apartment. Our group filled the bedroom with a long table, sat down and thanked the Lord for this bounty. Later on, I heard that their next door neighbor, Luke, was home alone watching the OSU-Michigan game, and sick. I decided to share (and maybe show off my newfound culinary skills a little) a plate of food with him, and the rest is history. I love that he has always thought I was a good cook, even when I wasn’t. And, I love how we can accumulate fond holiday memories over the years that make us smile.

3 Replies to “Thanksgiving Memories”

  1. You captured my heart when I caught my first glimpse of you in that cow apron. Any girl who could make that look cute just HAD to be mine. This will be our 14th Thanksgiving together, Love.

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