For the curious, my first Thanksgiving (with the help of everyone present) went off without a hitch. The turkey, though still slightly frozen in the morning, thawed with a little help from some hot water and roasted up beautifully (and, might I mention, with much moistness). The table, though not very elaborately decorated, looked gorgeous with the bountiful spread, whose leftovers will feed our family for the next week, leaving me grateful for the overwhelming provision of our Lord.
Our children enjoyed the feast as well - Emmett's favorite part was, of course, the most difficult contribution to the meal - or not. Unless uncanning free (thank you, coupons) jellied cranberries (which were only present for the sake of my in-laws as no adult in this house is a fan) is considered grueling work. For Micaiah's part, the mashed potatoes were a homerun, but, sadly, neither stirred with excitement at the main dish.
Overall, it was a wonderful day of food, relaxation and family (oh, and some manual labor which lived up the standards of societal gender roles, as the women spent the morning in the kitchen while the men got their hands dirty outside, fixing a gate and setting up a compost pile).
Grateful for days like these to take notice of all we have been given.