I’ve written about Thanksgiving before, so I’m not going to repeat it all, but I still feel the same way: it’s a little bittersweet.
I’d like to wake up tomorrow morning in my childhood home with the delicious smell of turkey in the air and the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade already underway. I’d like to wander into the kitchen and see my Mom cooking eight things as once. I’d like her to assure me that there’s nothing for me to do except break the bread for the stuffing. And then I’d like to spend the day with her.
Instead, I’ll wake up with my own amazing family… hours before the parade begins, unfortunately… and I’ll create some warmth of my own. (Does Yankee Candle make a turkey scent?) We’ll spend the day with family we love and although we’ll miss the ones we have lost, we will laugh. I have so so so much to be thankful for and not a day goes by that I don’t feel grateful for ALL of it.
So it’s a little bit hard and a lot of joy. The losses are big, but the blessings are greater.
Enjoy the holiday everybody… I hope it’s full of laughter and relaxed conversation and the kind of stuffing you like and fake cranberry sauce with the ridges and loose pants and wine and happy noise (whether that means the chaos of kids or the beautiful sound of calmness… your choice) and lots and lots of love.
If your day cannot be full of the above, for whatever reason, I wish you lots of deep breaths and an ability to simply make it through.
You can read last year’s post about Thanksgiving here if you’re interested. It includes a sad story, a happy ending and an Oscar speech.