Thanksgiving at our house means rounding out our bellies till our eyes pop out, and we look much like the poultry that we dine on. Wait, maybe that's everyone's?
Mommatp sure can set a table.
No thanksgiving has really looked the same for us. Some years it is spent with my maternal grandmother, others my paternal grandad joins the occasion. You never really know who it's going to be. This year, however, was especially different because my brother was not in attendance. Other than making me feel like I'd truly been ushered into adulthood, his lack of presence also made me extra grateful for the time I do get with him. When we both journey home for our Christmas break, we will want to play Monopoly and watch just one more episode of How I Met Your Mother.
The holidays have so much buildup to them. You can't wait for them to be here for 365 days, and then after a 15 minute meal, they're suddenly over. I've recently felt a longing to not let time slip by unconsciously. This year incurred a lot of change for me as I got a big girl job, moved out from under my parents into my own place, and became a dog mother to Cambridge. I don't want to wake up and it be my 50th Thanksgiving and only then realize what I want in life. I fervently pray the Lord will show me what He has for me, constantly, so that my life will not go by unnoticed. Today I am thankful to be 24, happy, healthy and surrounded by the ones who know me deepest and love me best.
Fat, Happy, Furry