I love the Thanksgiving holiday. I have so many fond memories of this day.
I remember that Thanksgiving when my brother got his lips stuck in the empty sparling cider bottle, and I'm thankful for laughter.
I remember the Thanksgiving weekend when I had my first date with Doug, during a blizzard, and ended up having to stay the entire night at his parents' house. I'm so grateful for my loving husband.
I remember the Thanksgiving I spent uncomfortable with the signs of early labor, and I think about how tremendously grateful I am to be a mother.
I remember the first Thanksgiving feast I prepared on my own, inviting two of Doug's college-age brothers to our house for the holiday. I slaved away in the kitchen for two full days, giving my china dishes their first chance ever to be used. And then Doug and his brothers came home from playing football, and sat down to my fancy spread in their sweaty, muddy attire. And still, I think I'm grateful for my great big extended family. (Plus, it makes me grateful to have a few daughters who can appreciate life's dressy moments.)
I will never forget the Thanksgiving we spent with my generous uncle and aunt, and how just as we were leaving their home that night, two-year-old Katelyn knocked over a display table, breaking some precious collectibles. I'm so grateful for the divine gift of forgiveness, and for those who offer it!
I remember having most of my family come to spend Thanksgiving with us in Washington. We staged our own Turkey Trot, and the little ones made pipe cleaner hats and accessories for us to wear. I had no idea then that we would be leaving Washington the next year. I'm grateful for the period of our life we spent in that place, and I'm also grateful to live closer to family again.
I remember several years of browsing ads and waking up in the middle of the night to hunt down a door buster deal, sometimes with family and good friends. I love shopping, and I love a bargain, but deeper down, I'm so thankful for the huge blessing I have known all my life of financial stability. I'm so grateful for Doug's job, as demanding as it may be sometimes, and I'm humbled to have been supported by hard working men all my life.
In this dark and cold season, when I'm prone to whine and wish away the present, I'm so glad there's this holiday season that encourages me to remember and count my blessings, and to just plain be happy!