This is the fifth Thanksgiving I've spent in France in the past 23 years. The first, I was a student. The second, Frédéric and I had just gotten married in October, so didn't return in November. The third, Jordan and Kacey got married that summer and we didn't go back that fall. The fourth, I was 8 1/2 months pregnant with Benjamin.
And now, we're still trying to get through a pandemic. So while legally we could have gone home and come back to France, and we've already had covid, we decided to forgo our trip this year in the interest of public health more generally, and not risking a second bout and carrying it to family, specifically.
So Thanksgiving is a "normal day" this year. Noah went off to school this morning, Benjamin is doing virtual school this week at home, and we took a car to the shop and will pick it up later.
But Frédéric made cheesecake and pecan pie, and turkey and all the fixings for dinner.
Not as good as a Pettijohn Thanksgiving, but we're happy and healthy and together.
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