The Thanksgiving holidays are upon us , and at our house, that is combined with the birthday of our triplets. Thanksgiving, 1973, is the Thanksgiving that made all the following ones pale by comparison.
My husband and I spent that Thanksgiving morning taking a little drive to the hospital, and spent the better part of those early hours deciding on the babies names; we didn’t know the sexes, just that there were three of them, so had to come up with all different combinations. Three boys/girls names, two boys/one girl , two girls/one boy. At least it kept my mind off of “things”. You would have thought we would have figured the names out sooner. We had only one boys name and one girls name for sure. I was in denial.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, the family had gathered at our house as planned, and had a glorious Thanksgiving feast compliments of my Mom and I, who had stayed up the night before preparing everything, not knowing what was going to come forth the next day. I love surprises (the babies were three weeks early).
Turkey and birthday cakes! The best combination on Thanksgiving Day that I could ever have dreamed of.
Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday!