My first Canadian Thanksgiving was this past Monday. It was a low-key affair between Bobby, his mother and myself. And Maple - can't forget about the little turkey monster.
Nancy took the train from Montreal a few days before the holiday and stayed with us over the long weekend. It was her first Thanksgiving in over 50 years without her husband, so although we were all happy to be together, there was a somberness that couldn't be shaken.
Maple brought us some levity. She was in prime begging mode all day, particularly when Nancy was dressing the turkey.
Being as we don't have a dining room (and, subsequently, a proper dining table) we dragged the patio table into the living room and covered it with a tablecloth and a few candles to spruce it up.
We had the usual Thanksgiving fare - turkey, mashed potatoes, green beans and biscuits with plenty of gravy and cranberry sauce - and watched Dancing With the Stars while we ate.
There were solemn moments but there were also a few good laughs. After the year we've each had, I don't think it was lost on any of us how important it was to be together as a family, safe and well.
That is what I'm thankful for this year.