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Turkey, Pickles, and No. 3

One year, for Thanksgiving, my grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins were all coming over to our house for dinner. I was a child and we lived in a small apartment building of the kind a single mother can afford. On the evening before the big day, we cleaned the whole apartment to a level that it rarely reached. My mother worked full time, and housekeeping was much lower on the list of priorities.

I remember staying up late that night cleaning the apartment and working beside my mom. We scoured every inch of the kitchen – the white with black speckled floor tiles, the chrome handles on the white steel oven. It was the most time we had spent together in a while, and it gave me a secure and contented feeling. The fears and worries of childhood were suspended for a time. I was up past my bedtime, I was with my mom, I was happy.

At one point we took a break to have a small snack. As oldies music played over the battered old radio on top of the fridge, we ate the cold dill pickles straight from the jar. I remember those pickles and the time they represent more than I remember the turkey we ate the next day. For those pickles and that memory, I will always be thankful.

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We will spend this day at home in Circle, resting and enjoying the comforts that a day home alone can afford. We’re not planning a big Thanksgiving production, but we will have a nice dinner of foods synonymous with the day. We’ve always been big fans of turkey. Hhmmm, turkey.

I am thankful for our extended family. My cousin Lindsay and Stephanie’s sister Melissa both gave birth to healthy baby boys this past week. I am thankful for our health, my job and for our good lives up in Alaska. I am thankful for Jamiee and that she has joined our family this year. I’m thankful for our two incredible boys. They amaze us every day. I am thankful for our third child* making his debut this next summer. And I am thankful for my incredible wife. My life would be very different without her.

*Oh yeah, we’re expecting again. It’s been two months now, with a due date sometime in late June. We aren’t sure if we’re smart or if we’re foolish, but hey, “Get ‘em in, and get ‘em out” has been our philosophy so far. We’re gonna have to get a new vehicle since we can’t fit six in our current one.

Stephanie has been very tired with a dab of morning sickness this time around, something she didn’t experience with the first two. Could that indicate a girl, perhaps? That would be great, no doubt, but I’m hoping for another boy. The first two have been so near perfect that I don’t want to change the formula, and I can’t help but think a boy would be less of a consumer of time, money and space since we’re already well outfitted with the paraphernalia needed for raising boys. And, I think if we had a girl, Stephanie might be more inclined to declare herself done having babies. With another boy, I think she’d be more open to the idea of a fourth. But one kid at a time, I suppose. Unless we’re having twins. Oh my.
Posted on Thursday, November 22, 2007 at 12:32AM by Registered CommenterBrian Rozell | Comments1 Comment

Reader Comments (1)

WOW!!!!!! 3 is wonderful, but do not be discouraged if it is another boy and stephanie wants number 4, b/c I have determined 3 is an unfair number,we have ww3 everyday. four would be so much better. so good luck!!! anyways, just thought I would say congratulations!!!!
November 23, 2007 | Unregistered Commenterreigan

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