Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. I love the planning, the cooking, the friends and family, and I loving wearing an apron. Last night we had our 23rd Sunday Supper potluck at our house. We had thirty-one friends and family members jammed in our tiny house. Every supper I'm surprised how our place expands to just the right size to accommodate the number of people that show up.
I am grateful that we instituted this tradition. There were a million reasons not to; a million reasons to wait. Wait until we fixed up the house, wait until the yard looked better, wait until we had more time, more energy, more money, more, more. Or just not do it at all. We didn't wait. We jumped in. Every Sunday Supper is a gift. With our potluck tradition, I get to have my favorite holiday whenever we can make it happen and I get to wear an apron. Score.