You did it!

Found Missing is officially over 2k reviews. I'm shocked. Speechless. Filled with so much love for all of you. So here is my gift to you: I've written two more EPOV chapters and they'll be here eventually. I have six chapters left to write of this story, which takes us to an end of September completion date. I believe the last chapter should post September 28th or 29th, barring any revisions.

Here's my other gift: Since I'm over a month ahead of where we are posting now, I will tell you: The Husband has arrived at the cabin. He is there, Bella and Edward know he's there, and it's happening.

Thanks to you all, Fran for beta'ing, Dani, Ariel, and Gemma for prereading. And thanks for all your amazing Thanksgiving menus - I'll be coming back here in November for some new ideas! :)

I can't remember the last time I had a Thanksgiving I actually enjoyed.

Even before my husband's transformation, back when he was the sun in my sky, holidays with his family were stiff and pretentious. Their money spoke volumes, but it never spoke to me, especially when I would sit at their impeccably decorated table and think about the Thanksgivings I spent with my own family as a child.

Our love was in the laughter, the homemade dishes my mother would make, and it was sickeningly obvious the meals with his family were catered, and the laughs were forced. Everything was designed with military precision, and I felt incredibly out of place.

From what Edward has told me, I'm not sure what to expect from this Thanksgiving, even though his mother sounds lovely and extremely welcoming. She was thrilled when Edward had told her he was bringing me along, and I heard her excitement through the phone as she rattled off all the delicious-sounding dishes she planned on making. Edward had laughed, reminding her that it was still only just three of us at the table, and an army of food wouldn't be necessary, but she ignored him as every proud mother does.

I laugh to myself as I stand in my bathroom, thinking of the serving of broccoli casserole I made to bring over, knowing all the food Esme, his mother, already has prepared.

Ah, one more can't hurt.

Staring at myself in the mirror, I take a second to admire the woman staring back at me. I had taken the time to get ready today, and most importantly, had enjoyed every minute of it. It wasn't like in Rhode Island when I would sit in front of my vanity, hoping I could paint a smile on my face with the makeup I plastered on myself to cover the sadness and the bruises.

Today, I tamed my hair into soft curls, the length growing already from when I had first cut it. I dressed in a warm brown wrap dress, one of the things I splurged on for myself, despite how badly I didn't want to dip into the money Rose had sent me here with.

The dress and matching brown, leather-heeled boots stare back at me now, the reflection I'm looking at making me think I'm someone else entirely.

Maybe I am, and I think that's the point.

Curled hair and makeup aren't the only changed things around here.

I am.

I feel lighter than I've felt in years when I smile back at the mirror. I have something to look forward to now, and it's not just the man who reminds me every day just how far I've come in the almost two months I've been here.

And for the first time in a very long time, I'm looking forward to a holiday instead of dreading it.

And when I open the door to Edward's knock a few minutes later, the man waiting for me on the other side has me loving holidays for an entirely new reason.

If I thought Edward was handsome in his typical sweats and thermal shirts with his hair hidden behind a baseball hat, it's nothing to what I think when I see him in a suit on my front porch.

Not a suit, exactly, but the way he's walking around like he came to life from the pages of a GQ catalog is enough to render me almost speechless.

I try to take him all in, the crisp black pants, the deep gray of his shirt against the steel black of his tie, but it's too much.

He's too much.

And at the same time, never enough - especially when he wraps me in his arms and I close my eyes and thank God for the road that brought us together.

See you tomorrow!