The kitchen’s humming, the table’s set, and the scent of roasted turkey and cinnamon fills the air. Mo’s stationed himself strategically near the oven, certain his patience will pay off, while Roxie lounges on the windowsill, pretending not to care — though I’ve caught her eyeing the whipped cream.
It’s Thanksgiving here in Willow Lake, and this year feels extra special. Hosting for the first time has reminded me what the holiday is really about — family, friends, and gratitude for the simple things that make life full. Mom was at the shelter last night helping to prep meals for those in need, just like she does every year. My brothers went along to lend a hand, and Ian and Beau joined them. Knowing they were all there pitching in made me even more thankful for the kind of family I have, the kind that shows up where it matters most.
Now everyone’s gathered here at my place. There’s laughter, teasing, and the occasional “don’t sneak that yet” as I guard the pies. Dad’s carving the turkey with his usual flair, Amy’s keeping the side dishes in line, and Mo’s on cleanup duty, though he takes his job a little too seriously sometimes.
As I look around at the faces I love, I can’t help but feel grateful — for full plates, full hearts, and a home filled with warmth and noise. It’s the kind of day that reminds me why I prep in the first place — so the people I care about are always safe, fed, and surrounded by love.
From all of us here in Willow Lake — may your Thanksgiving be filled with laughter, comfort, and just enough leftovers to keep you smiling for days.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!
Stay prepped and prepared,
Pepper (and the whole gang )
