I woke up the day before Thanksgiving feeling like the world was almost right again. The spirit of the season was upon us, bringing joy that was undeniable, even in the sullen state I had been in for almost the past month.
Anna was going to stay after her service hours today to help me make pies. I had told her the last time that she was here that I had never made one.
You should have seen the look on her face.
"Baby, I knew your daddy was doing you a disservice by taking you out of town every holiday. Have you ever had a homemade pumpkin pie before?"
All I could do was shake my head at her. "I had a slice once at Cracker Barrel, I think. It was OK."
Anna clicked her tongue against her teeth. "That's the problem, sugar. They gave you a piece of frozen pie that had no tast
