Thanksgiving

It was a low key affair here in Germany.  We slept in, we snuggled, we hung out before John had to go to work.  Well, "work" is an incorrect statement.  As an officer, he went to the DFAC to help serve Thanksgiving lunch to soldiers and everyone who wanted lunch at the DFAC, basically.  (There were some Germans there who work on post who were curious about Thanksgiving and wondered what things like "stuffing" were.)  Anyway, John had to wear his blues for the occasion, complete with Cavalry stetson!

Isn't he handsome?  Also, this is the new rug  I bought a few weeks ago.  I love it.

Our turkey spread.  It's not much... but we're only two people, so we don't need much.  We also decided to use our wedding china for the occasion.

What I did remember about Thanksgiving was sitting on the couch, surfing the internet, smelling the turkey roasting in the oven, and watching the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade with John on the next couch soundly napping underneath the woolly blanket.

And the best way to describe this moment is:  contentedness.  It was so peaceful to want for nothing more.