Turducken . . .

Happy turducken day! Yes, it was Canadian Thanksgiving, and I came home to a fire ablaze in the fireplace, a turkey on the stove top, and four girls actively preparing a feast. I came home to a holiday I knew we were going to have and yet somehow didn't expect. With seventeen people around a very long table, we toasted our nonalcoholic drinks and drank in the holiday. Megan's ardent (adj.: characterized by warmth of feeling typically expressed in eager zealous support or activity) love of Canada—her homeland—in full display. A lovely evening not capable of being topped by anything else.