Guess what, I took exactly ZERO pictures yesterday on Thanksgiving. So I stole Josh’s.
I don’t know what came over me.
Anyway, so yesterday was Thanksgiving. It was lovely, really, all the food and sugar and food and people.
But I have to admit something: Thanksgiving doesn’t feel real anymore.
That sounds strange I know, but it’s really the only way I can think of to describe it.
I’ve had lots of Thanksgivings, from the legendary McRib Thanksgiving of 19something to awkward high school holiday sharing with boyfriend family, pregnant Thanksgivings, everything you can think of pretty much.
And it’s always a blast. I love my family – both sides and every person involved, and it’s never been a stress or a chore for me. Josh gets to cook, I get to bake, and everyone gets to eat. It’s fun stuff.
This year was fun, but….different. The meals were over and I was left with a huge feeling of anticlimax.
Maybe I’m just getting older, maybe Lucy was bratting it up because she’s getting new teeth. Maybe I was just in a weird mood, maybe the moon was in Shintippies and my oodles were noogin, but I think holidays may need to change a bit.
Come with me into my vision.
The day arrives with no less preparation. The kitchen is full of dishes and smells so thick you can taste every spice and ingredient. The fridge is packed, the oven is humming, and every bit of counter space is either messed or full of waiting pyrex.
BUT…no one is in a flurry. There is no ticking clock.
The kids watch movies in their pajamas, football takes over the bigscreen, and we sit outside in shifts with mimosas and lattes.
Family arrives, family from ALL THREE SIDES, and instead of a big production of sitdown and proper…they just join in the day. Watching football, having conversations. The focus isn’t on minutes wasted or time shared and split. The focus is on being together. Enjoying each other with a mutual understanding of ease and fun. People leave, people arrive. Instead of stuffing face over a couple of hours, the whole day is there to be taken. Breakfast. Lunch. Dinner. Whatever, whenever.
I’m willing to bet the day would wind down with a much more peaceful atmosphere.
Anyway. Maybe it’s just a pipe dream. Maybe it can really happen.
So you’ve stuck around this long, huh?
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Kim, email me or give me a shout on Twitter. I’ll hook you up.
I love giveaways. That was fun. Maybe I’ll do it again sometime.