On Wednesday Oz brought them up to see Mama at work in the office, so I took them around a little bit and then they hung out in the waiting room until it was time to go home. (Work is good, still circus-ish, but next week we're training one more new person and then we should be actually fully staffed, and that is a wonderful feeling. I won't be in the main office on Monday because the girl at the satellite office had a family emergency and is dealing with that, so I'm covering for her, but it should be an easy day. I digress.) Then Oz and I changed clothes, took the kids over to my brothers-in-law's (how on EARTH does one make that plural possessive?? Because two of them live there, and they are my brothers-in-law, but should it be brothers-in-laws'??? My brain just exploded) apartment where the kids spent the night with both of the guys as well as my mother-in-law. It was a crowded place, but they had a great evening/night, and Oz and I went for dinner and then met up with a friend and her new hubby down at a bar where we drank beer and ate sweet potato fries and played darts until my contacts were about to either fall out or adhere themselves to my corneas from sheer fatigue.
We got home safely, took showers, and crashed, but then Oz and I both got up around 5:30 to start the meat for Thanksgiving. He took charge of the brisket on the grill - I had put on the dry rub on Tuesday evening, so it'd been soaking up the flavor for about 36 hours - and I handled the giant leg of pork that was going in the oven. I used this recipe, and OH MY WORD it was the bomb dot com. We threw the meat in their respective cooking places and went back to bed for another 45-50 minutes… and then we adjusted the heat and did it again. Around 7:30 or so we both actually decided it was time to get up for good, so Oz started the coffee and we began the process of cleaning the house for our guests while letting the parade play in the background. For the record, I never thought I'd prefer Matt Lauer and Al Roker as hosts, but they would've been preferable to the folks on CBS. That was painful.
By 10:30 the house was mostly ready, which was good because my mom showed up about that time and I know I wouldn't have been able to do much cleaning after that... besides anything else, my mom never arrives without looking like she's moving in, and this time was no exception. She had a box of fabric scraps for Boo, a box of needlework books and shirts for me to browse through, as well as a pie and the non-liquored-up version of something called Apple Pie Moonshine. We added the booze shortly after she got here, and it is just as delicious as the web site promises. Dangerous stuff.
My kids and in-laws arrived not too long after my mother, and from there on out, it was Party Time. There were people cooking, people talking and laughing, and just everything Thanksgiving should've been. One thing that was different for us this year was that I had sent out an open invitation via Facebook for anyone who needed/wanted a place to come and celebrate Thanksgiving with friends, and I had a couple of folks take me up on the offer. I was so glad they came, and I hope - I think - they had a good time. We all stuffed ourselves to the point of pure indigestion, I do know that!!
A few people left early, but most of the family and a few friends hung around into the early evening hours. My mom got to play with a baby, and my kids were good with the older ones, so there were no incidents that I'm aware of. My husband and his brothers wandered down to the fire pit for a while and had some bro time, and I just enjoyed talking with everyone and catching up. It doesn't happen often enough.
In addition to all that, I scored a beautiful ring. When my grandmother had moved into an assisted living facility a few years ago, she had handed me the ring that had belonged to her when she married my grandfather. The stone was amazingly beautiful, but the setting was dated and far too large for my finger. Oz and I had briefly discussed getting the stone re-set at some point in the future, but that date had never been determined. When he and I were struggling with our relationship issues earlier this year, I figured it would never happen. Then he and I had our come-to-Jesus, honest-to-goodness, heart-to-heart about everything, and we turned a corner. A month or so ago, I told him I would wear a ring again if he A) got the stone put into a ring that was MINE and mine alone and B) took me on a few successful dates and re-proposed to me.
Oz and I had discussed rings off and on since then - I'd sent him pictures I'd found on Pinterest or Etsy of custom rings that I liked, and he'd found a local jeweler who does custom work, and I'd even gone in and met the guy and had my ring size determined (5 1/4, in case you're curious, which is an odd size) - but I did NOT know that the ring design had been both finalized and finished, and I certainly did not know that Oz had picked it up.
So when he re-proposed to me in front of almost all his family and mine… well, what else could I do?
I said yes.