I was walking up our front steps, arms loaded down with bags of groceries when my husband Steven opened the front door.
“Are there more bags in the car?” He asked as he stepped aside to let me walk past him so I could get to the kitchen.
“There sure are!” I said as I struggled to place them on the counter-top. I began unloading the bags, getting the frozen foods into the freezer.
A few moments later Steven came back. “Wow!” He said as he placed the bags on the counter-top. “There’s still more out in the car.”
“It was a pretty big shopping day.” I agreed. “Got a lot of the Thanksgiving stuff.”
“Really?” Steven peeked in one of the bags. “But that’s not until next week.” He said as he headed back out to the car for more bags.
I just shook my head as I pulled some canned goods from the bags and put them in the pantry. “I don’t think he has any idea how much planning goes into Thanksgiving.” I said under my breath as Steven came back in with more bags.
“Did you say something?” He asked as he looked around the counter-top looking for someplace to put the bags.
I quickly cleared my voice as I shook my head. “I didn’t say anything.”
“Okay. Well, this is all of them.” When he didn’t see any room on the counter-top, he placed them on the floor. He bent down and pulled out the milk and cold cuts from one of the bags. “Did you get everything you need for Thanksgiving?” He asked as he headed to the refrigerator.
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Nope. This is just the beginning.” I went back into a bag and pulled out bags of dried stuffing mix. “I don’t buy the sausage, apples, mushrooms or onions that go into my stuffing until a few days before Thanksgiving.” I tossed the stuffing bags into the pantry.
“I guess that’s a good idea.” Steven said as he put a box of crackers away.
“Thanks.” I couldn’t help but smile. “I know I’ve been making Thanksgiving dinner for years but I have to admit I’m always a little worried I’ll mess something up.”
“Really?” Steven looked surprised. “When have you ever messed up a Thanksgiving?”
I had to shutter. “Don’t you remember the year I pulled the turkey out of the oven too soon and it was still a little pink?”
Steven looked confused. “I don’t remember that at all.”
I sighed. “Well, that’s good. But it still happened.”
“You worry too much.” Steven said as he walked over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Thanksgiving is going to be amazing.”
“I hope so.” I folded up the empty bag and starting unloading the next one.
“Instead of thinking about a dinner that’s going to happen next week let’s talk about what we’re going to have for dinner tonight.”
“Oh no!” I peeked in the bag. “I was so busy thinking about the Thanksgiving list that I completely forgot about getting something for dinner tonight!”
“Really?” Steven looked concerned.
“No.” I looked over and smiled at him as I pulled a package of chicken from the bag. Placing it on the counter I walked over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “But now who’s the one who worries too much?” I asked.
Slice of Life 