Thanksgiving baking was my Christmas morning, I loved it better; the sense of gratitude was stronger and all more soul-nurturing for it.
Thanksgiving baking was our time machine and our homegrown comedian improv stage. There was a lot of love in that laughter, after all, it ain't what you do it's they way that you do it, eh? Home is a place of safety in so many ways, or at least it should be.
Thanksgiving baking gave us the aroma of our best memories, of those times we had together that became all the more special as we reflected on them in future years.
Thanksgiving baking was our time to share stories of our days, to laugh and remember the good years we'd had. It was a great way to start being thankful - for one another, for the food and for all those sweet memories.
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