My favorite holiday is Thanksgiving. Food and family—what’s better than that? It can also be a pain in the ass with all that cooking, cleaning, being nice, being chatty, shopping, blah blah blah. Mostly, it’s a lovely tradition in which we sit at the dining room table for the first time in a year with family and a delicious meal.
This year was no exception. The eight of us laughed as much as we ate and remembered why we love and even like each other. We expressed our gratitude for each other and the delicious meal (if I do say so myself since I cooked it).
I love traditions, and I love changing it up and doing something different. As long as I’m with my family, the way we celebrate is not important. My sons are 21 and 23—who knows how many more Thanksgivings they’ll be with their parents before going off to do their own thing. My own parents are 82 and 86, and again, who knows how many more Thanksgivings we’ll have with them. So we enjoyed the day without thinking about the future, without worrying about when my husband will get work . . . we were grateful for being together and that joyful laughter we shared. Priceless!
Living in the moment . . . it’s the unrealized gift of Thanksgiving!
And thanks Mom for saying I make the best mashed potatoes you’ve ever eaten. ♥