This will be the first Thanksgiving in the history of my life not to have a little of Grandma White’s cranberry salad.

She is in the hospital and is spitting mad that we will have to come see her on Thanksgiving and not the other way around.

{The song, “I wish that I knew what I know now… when I was younger…” is playing in the background}

So, if your grandmother has made her cranberry salad or giblet gravy in the other room ~ will you go take a taste just for me? Then, give her a hug just for being there?

Ok?! Thanks.

I hope you all have such a wonderful Thanksgiving.

Love to all of you!