September 3, 2026

My first time hosting Thanksgiving was supposed to be a big “we finally made it” moment….

My chest felt warm.

Later that night, when the dishes were done and the house was quiet again, Jason and I stood in the kitchen, leaning against the counter.

“Second year in a row you’ve nailed the turkey,” he said. “Starting to feel like I married way up.”

I nudged him. “You definitely did.”

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