When I was younger Thanksgiving meant seeing my cousins, gorging myself with rolls before the meal even began, and spending the rest of the day how my elementary aged self pleased. Today, and especially this year, what I used to anticipate with excitement about the holiday differs slightly from my carb induced midday slumbers in years past. Now, I look forward to my brother coming home from college, and my 80 year old grandparents (gam-mom and d-dad) being happier than any of us because we all vowed to spend Thanksgiving with them this year despite our efforts to convince them they had earned the right to relax. So, my typical Thanksgiving is, well, relatively typical. We gather around the table, we eat an excess amount of food no one has time to feel bad about, and we give thanks. It’s nothing abnormal. But, I am becoming more and more aware that as my family changes and gets older the long visits and playdates you have with your cousins turn into long phone calls about your equally busy work schedules. However, it doesn’t mean you love them any less, but it does make you more and more thankful for each Thanksgiving you spend together. So, it clique, cheesy, and all of those things, but I am thankful for my typical Thanksgiving just as much as the next person it seems.
it may be cheesy but I love good cheese!
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