….but I always take lots of stuffing!
|You Are The Stuffing|
You’re complicated and complex, yet all your pieces fit together.
People miss you if you’re gone – but they’re not sure why.
One of my favorite memories from Thanksgiving Day is watching my father stuff the turkey. He makes the most delicious dressing I’ve ever tasted, with little bits of celery, onion, and (the very best part in our French-Canadian family) lots & lots of chopped-up gizzard. We kids always fought over the gizzard, believe it or not, so on Thanksgiving he cooked a whole package and added it to the mix. Oh my goodness, it was heavenly.
So yeah. I am honored to be the stuffing if it means that I am anything like my dear old dad.
With a loving nod to one of my favorite bloggers, Theresa,