I have often said that Thanksgiving is my most favorite holiday. Why? Because it is all about coming together with family and friends. There is no religion to muck things up. Very little commercialism. And a whole lot of food.
And mostly, I LOVE the idea of really thinking about what we are most thankful for.
I am incredibly grateful for my husband, my son, my family, my friends, my health, my job, my blog, my home, my town – and, really, just the “aura” of my life. Sure I get down. Sure I get depressed. Sure today was hell on wheels since Declan woke up with a stick up his ass the size of Montana.
But I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
And tomorrow, we will gather at our best friend’s house to remember what is sacred in our lives. And stuff our faces.
But, our families are back in Maryland and we will miss them. Sure, we’ll call about 10 times over the course of the day. And sure, if we were there, we’d be wishing we were back in our adopted home of Colorado because nowhere *really* feels like home like Colorado anymore.
But definitely, most definitely, our families are the ones who will be missing at our table as we sit down to eat tomorrow.
I have to admit that this post was inspired elsewhere. My friend MB, who I have known for 10 years, wrote an amazing post yesterday that brought me to tears. She reminded me that gratitude takes many shapes, and comes from all angles.
So. As you get ready for your Thanksgiving celebrations, who is missing from your table?