I had the turkey in the oven, stuffing both in the bird and waiting to be cooked, and had multiple dishes ready and waiting to go into the other oven once the turkey was further along. It was nice to take a break, relaxing out on the porch with my dad, having a snack before I headed back in to change and finish cooking.
An hour or so later, people started to arrive. First, it was Julia and Miles. It was a tense moment, but quickly shifted.
“I missed you,” Weston said as he wrapped his arms around Miles, his voice and face full of emotion.
“Missed you, too,” Miles replied. He then turned to me and held out his hand, which I took.
Julia, friendly as ever, gave me a hug and asked what she could do to help.
The exchange didn’t go unnoticed by my dad, but he didn’t ask.
Julia and I put th
