As I pull my sweet potato casserole out of the oven on this Thanksgiving afternoon, I silently and sincerely whisper thanks into the air for our friendship.
You kindly took in this little college student and fed her multiple steak dinners. And not only did you always berate me for ordering my steak well-done, you sadly shook your head as I ordered a regular baked potato instead of a sweet one (with butter and brown sugar).
Thank you for setting me straight-
For letting me taste- oh so many times- your sweet potato.
(because really? who needs a desert after all that yummy goodness?)
All I needed was time; and now here I am- on this day of thanks- remembering your patience and wisdom.