My Hero

My husband is my hero.

He works full time, letting me live my dream. He goes to graduate school part time, and still finds the time and energy to be a husband and father.

Last week he changed out the broken air suspension and shocks on my truck, then two days later he replaced a chunk of water pipe after digging through several feet of dirt road to locate the leaking broken piece (which was two feet underground).

Yesterday he cooked Thanksgiving dinner. Nuff said.

Thanksgiving Dinner

We had a very pleasant Thanksgiving with M's folks. We're putting them up at a hotel this year, so we can continue with our nocturnal routines without having to worry about guests. Yay.

As mentioned in my previous post, M made Thanksgiving dinner, with some small exceptions: I made the salad and cooked the spätzle and H prepared the squash all by herself (she was very proud of herself for being able to contribute to the meal). M coordinated all of it and cooked everything else.

We had Turkey, Ham, salad, squash, yams, drop biscuits, mashed potatoes, gravy, and spätzle. (I nearly forgot, we also had three pies, but we bought those: French Silk, Triple Berry, and Pumpkin.)

Here is a picture of our empty table before the food was added.

( Click here for photos of some of the food. )