Gabriel is spending his first Thanksgiving ever in his whole life away from me.
It's also the first Thanksgiving ever in my whole life without my grandpa.
Thanksgiving is always, always at my grandpa's house you see.
He makes the turkey and the ham and my mom sends me and my brother over to peel and peel and peel and peel potatoes and my aunt worries about the vegetables and my mom worries about the pies and hand whips the whipped cream with a whisk just because even though we have a mixer and my uncle Ben makes sure there's some sort of appetizer and there's always plenty of wine.
Lots of people come and we all sit around eating our faces off and chattering like squirrels.
My mom's still hosting it at my grandpa's house, which will be good and bad and strange all at once.
It will be nice to see family.
It will be hard not to be sad about the family that isn't there.
I hope Gabriel has a good weekend with his dad.
Be well, little super-dude-tough-guy.
I love you.