“So, we have a tradition in the Drew household that we’ve been doing since Zachary was a just the size of little Alexander,” Zachary’s father said. Little Alexander looked up at the sound of his name, mashed potato smeared across his cheek.
“Every year, before we eat, we say one thing we are thankful for.” Zachary’s mother picked up the thread from her husband.
Zachary winked at Katrina. So this was what a happy family was supposed to look like. She’d always thought that families like this were only in movies, not real life.
“I’ll begin,” Zachary’s father put down the carving knife and cleared his throat. “This year, I am thankful for my son. My son and his lovely Katrina, and their amazing little miracle.”
Katrina felt her throat constrict with tears. She looked up at the older man who was looking around at each of them with love and acceptance.
“Ok, enough from me,” he continued. “Honey you want to go next?” He looked at his wife.
Zachary’s mother put a hand to her chest.
“Well, you’ve already taken mine,” she smiled. “If I have to come up with something different, then…I am thankful for…my rose garden.”
Everyone looked at the older woman, waiting for an explanation.
“Because roses teach you that to get the most beautiful flowers you need a little rain.” She smiled and looked shyly at the faces around her.
“I am thankful for the thorns in life,” Zachary said. “The thorns sometimes lead you to the most beautiful rose.” His eyes darted to Katrina who blushed.
Her eyes darted to his parents who were both smiling and looking between the two. Katrina cleared her voice and tried to think.
“Well,” she said, as clearly as she could manage, “I am thankful for a slow job market, which got me a job with the best possible man…I am thankful for the morning sickness that brought me you.” She looked at her son, who grinned. “And I am thankful for this wonderful meal.” She looked around at all the food before her.
“Three different things, is that allowed?” Zachary looked to his parents.
“We’ll let it slid this time,” Zachary’s father said with a grin.
“…And I guess that’s our cue to eat.” Zachary’s mother put her hands together and looked over the table, trying to decide which bowl to pass around first.
“What about me?” Alexander’s little voice chirped up. “I want a turn!”
Katrina looked at her son and felt such a rush of love for the little man. She wanted to scoop him up in her arms and squeeze him to her, even though she knew very well he would squirm out of her embrace to go find some new adventure.
“What are you thankful for?” she said gently to her son.
“Hmm,” he tapped his forefinger to his chin in thought as he looked at the grownups around him. “I am thankful for all the ‘bad’ apple pies mommy made. They were deeelicious!” He grinned.
Katrina looked up with wide eyes at Zachary, her secret of all the trial pies she had made was out.
This time it was Zachary’s mother who started the laughter.
“I’m thankful for that too,” Zachary pitched in, as the group all burst into a new wave of laughter.
*****
THE END
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