My family and I usually spend our thanksgiving in Alpharetta, GA with my beloved sister. This year we decided to stay home and spend it together but my husband got whisked to Honduras at the last minute by his spiritual father to attend a yearly program. This is going to be the first thanksgiving without him. I miss my Honduran family. Very beautiful people.
I honestly don’t feel like cooking today, though Jordan, my son is expecting a feast. Thank God a dear friend, my big brother has invited us to join his family in grubbing. It will be really nice to spend time with him and his family after so many years.