We are who we are

I kept picturing you busy in the kitchen, sipping your wine as you made your magic for the rest of us -- A, L, M, Z and I -- playing Monopoly on the floor while music fills the house.
I can't wait for you to see the house! Tile greets you at the foyer, followed by an almost mahogany-colored bamboo flooring throughout the living room, dining room and kitchen -- and oh, my kitchen! Twice the size of what I endured at the apartment!  With ample counter and cabinet space so I can actually COOK! Where cabinets overflow, I have a wonderful pantry where the utility room is (all tiled), front-loading washer and dryer, a HUGE water heater that fills only during off-peak hours... the utility room is entered from the garage with a pocket door to separate it from the rest of the house.
The girls are on the west side of the house with their own bathroom (and they are clear -- "Girls only!") while us boys reside on the east side (and our own bathroom). All the rooms are carpeted with an olive green pile -- the vibe is very warm and homey.
My parents made a very traditional (for us) Thanksgiving dinner -- Turkey (of course), gravy made with the roux (and canned mushrooms), mashed potatoes, stuffing, corn nibblets, rolls, cranberry sauce, candied yams (with melted marshmallows), pitted black olives, pumpkin and pecan pies.
I kept wondering, as the day went on, how wonderful your spread would be. As wonderful as my parent's spread was (God bless em'), it was extremely pedestrian (Filling, nonetheless).
A pot of my dad's turkey soup sits out in the garage, the bones of our fowl having simmered for several hours, awaiting celery and carrots and whatever. Several pounds of turkey are wrapped in the freezer awaiting inclusion into sandwiches, casseroles and whatnot.
Again, I wonder about your magic with food -- and with me...
The children having gone to bed (the boys, I'm certain, passed out; the girls still giggling together but steering clear of our bedroom), candles lit, you and I enjoy a final glass of wine as the dishwasher rumbles and a load of laundry tumbles in the dryer, talking as we always do -- as if it's the only conversation that matters in the universe. Finally, placing our empty glasses on the counter, we retire to our bed, to intertwine, to receive and reciprocate each other's ecstasy and breathe in each other's essence, sustaining each other as we fall asleep in each other's arms, as always, visiting each other's dreams.
I await you on Black Friday :D