Today is Thanksgiving. I miss Bryan more everyday. I woke up this morning,turned on the tv to watch the parade. A tradition I had with my older kids when they were smaller. We would have breakfast in cuddled on the couch watching the parade after breakfast we would all be board with the parade and start preparing food for the day. They would help with whatever we were making. They would steel marshmallows lick spoons and taste test everything. I miss those days.
Bryan's favorite was pumpkin pie, he took after his mom. We would always fight for the last piece, usually he would win (only because he ate it in middle of the night) but there was many times he would bring me the pie with an extra fork and we would share it.
I miss the phone calls I got on every holiday that we weren't together. "Hi Mommy. Happy Thanksgiving. I love you!" He would always tell me what food he had or was going to have. I would always hear "no one can do pumpkin pie like you". I wish I could hear it all again.
