Tyler walked into his grandmother’s house. From the moment he stepped into the room, Tyler felt the warmth radiating from the room. He smiled when he heard the laughter coming from the living room, and when the smell of the turkey reached him. Thanksgiving is Tyler’s favourite holiday. To Tyler, nothing was better than being with his family and enjoying what he considers the best home cooked food on the planet.
Grandma Kathleen gave him and his family a warm smile when she saw them. Tyler always thought of Grandma as the definition of the perfect grandmother. She has everything. The smile, the rosy cheeks, and the kind eyes. Grandma is also the sweetest person he knows, not to mention her legendary cooking.
“Happy Thanksgiving!” Grandma said
“Happy Thanksgiving Grandma.” Tyler responded as he embraced her. She went on to do the same with Tyler’s mom, dad, and his two brothers.
After greeting his aunts, uncles, and cousins, everyone decided it was time to have the Thanksgiving dinner. After saying grace, the cousins rush to the front of the line. Tyler’s plate consists of turkey, stuffing, green bean casserole, and mashed potatoes. After gathering his food, Tyler follows his cousins downstairs to the “kids” table. Even though half of the kids are out of high school. Taylor, the oldest and the leader of our gang was the one who decided what we do after we eat. Sometimes we would watch the NFL football games, and sometimes we would play a football game of our own. Whatever they did, it didn’t matter to Tyler.
Today they decided to go outside and play some football. Tackle football of course. Tyler’s team started on offense. Taylor was the quarter back, Tyler’s brother, Seth, was the wide receiver, and Tyler was the running back.
“Hike!” Taylor yelled. He ran back and handed the ball to Tyler. Tyler sprinted to the outside, and in the corner of his eye, he saw his cousin Dylan taking an angle on him. Tyler would have to accelerate in order to beat him out. Tyler felt Dylan’s hand on his shoulder, but he shook it off and ran in between the two trees we marked as the end zone. Tyler grinned when he saw his teammates chest bump in the middle of the field. They never did know who won or who lost. They just kept playing until someone got hurt, or desert was ready to be served.
When Tyler learned Grandma baked an apple pie, he decided it was time to grab a slice. Instead of going back downstairs, Tyler decided to stay near the main dinner table where all of the adults were talking. It’s always fun listening to them talk. Uncle Craig loved telling his stories. He told the story about the time Tyler’s mom panicked when she thought she lost him while I was lying on his towel. He tells it well, even if we do hear it every year.
While they were on the topic of Tyler’s over protective mother, his dad told them the story of Tyler’s mom yelling at Tyler and his brothers to “stay away from the edge” at the Badlands. Tyler wishes he could talk like his dad. When he tells his stories, everyone hangs on every word he stays. And even if the ending wasn’t that funny, his delivery is so good that people can’t help but laugh when it’s over. Tyler tried to tell the same stories to his friends, and all he gets is blank stares.
After visiting a while more, Tyler’s dad informed him and his brothers it’s time to go. Tyler went around the room and said goodbye to everyone. He really enjoyed himself, and couldn’t wait for the next family get-together. “Football, food, and family. What’s not to love about Thanksgiving?” Tyler thought.
