It was Thanksgiving Day and also my parents wedding anniversary. I had proudly as a young wife planned to host the family for Thanksgiving dinner in our tiny off campus apartment as part of the combined Thanksgiving / Anniversary dinner. As it turned out, it was also the day after the worst snowstorm in mid Michigan that year and also the day after my young med student husband had to take his anatomy and physiology exam after having stayed up all night with a laboring wife. (He swears he doesn't remember taking that test but he did get an 'A' on it.) Needless to say, there was no turkey, no dressing, no pies and cakes on that Thanksgiving in 1977. But there was the arrival of this dear sweet boy who became the first of three overwhelming loves of my life.
November 24, 1977 at 11:09 pm I was delivered of my first child, a son, Reggie II.
Happy Birthday Sweetie. You were my Best Thanksgiving Ever.