Two Thanksgivings and Still Married

Well, we did it. Our first married Thanksgiving, which apparently means doing double duty at both families’ tables. I think I ate my weight in turkey between noon at the Vasquez house and 4 PM at the Hartwells.

Two Thanksgivings and Still Married

The aftermath in our kitchen tells the whole story - containers of leftovers from both sides, Sophie covered in mashed potatoes, and me wondering how my mom and Patty managed to coordinate recipes without a single duplicate dish. Seriously, how do mothers-in-law have this telepathic ability?

The best part was watching Roberto and Ted discover they both collect… something. Neither of them could explain what exactly, but they spent an hour in animated conversation while the rest of us just nodded along. And Sophie? She had every single grandparent wrapped around her tiny finger by dessert time.

We survived our first holiday marathon as the Hartwells. Only thirty more years of this to go.