{{{Aimee}}} Doncha love family! (says the guy who was driven to drink from hanging with his last week).
I have big general memories of thanksgiving- with snapshot memories of specific things that happenedHa, my general memories of T-day with the family. They were usually at my Aunt's apartment. Smallest household in the family, so of course, have big family gathering there. My Aunt would cook all day (goes with out saying), we'd all eat a ton. Then after dinner, other folk would help with the clean up (fun to watch since the kitchen is postage sized and to see 3 or 4 people "helping".. ya that's entertainment). But the strongest memory is that us weee kids were told "sit on the floor so the adults can have the couch" and lovely Aunt would kick off her shoes and prop up her feet and gulp down loads of wine. And, being on the floor in small living room, the feet were right at head level. Ya. So I have strong memories of stinky Aunt feet. Bless her heart, she was in a hot kitchen all day cooking away for us, so I can't complain. And, since I was a good child (hard to believe now), I didn't say anything then.
No worries Aimee, Em will get some family times with MM side of the family. And revel in the no cooking (as you mentioned upthread). It's all good.