Thursday, November 28, 2013

Throwback Thursgiving


my two turkeys, Thanksgiving 2012

Good morning.  I'm lying in bed in my mom's house drinking an eggnog latte on this sunny Thanksgiving morning.  The duckling is downstairs pretending to play the cymbals in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade.  The birdie is probably eating, since I don't hear her at the moment, and eating is the only time she's quiet (she's even loud in her sleep, producing very unlady-like grunts and snores in her slumber).


This morning I'm posting photos from last Thanksgiving in honor of #tbt, since I always find this to be a reflective holiday for me.  Maybe it's all the thinking about the things you're thankful for.

Either that or the tryptophan.



My parents got married on Thanksgiving Day, a quiet elopement followed by a weekend in Williamsburg where, 21 years later, I entered my freshman year of college.  Growing up, Thanksgiving was a double holiday, an anniversary coupled with the family gathering they never had on their actual wedding day - a turkey, a toast, a table of family and friends. The anniversary part is no longer, but the thanks are still there. My family is different than it was as a child, ever evolving as families do, divorces, births, deaths and marriages changing the landscape of the dinner table.  But the thanks are always there.  My family has grown to include children of my own, bringing a depth of gratitude I couldn't imagine before becoming "mommy", "mama" or "mom", as the birdie, my 16-month-old teenager, has started calling me.


I'm thankful for my husband whom I love and who loves me.  I'm thankful for our friends who stick around despite the fact that we are a little wacky. I'm grateful to you, my sweet friend, for coming here on occasion and for being my 'new age pen pal'. Love to all and thanks xoxo

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