I wish I could say that I’ve been relaxing with family this whole time and was still on vacation to explain my lack of blogging, but sadly that’s not true. We’ve been back home since Saturday night and Monday morning I jumped onto a big project and quickly back to reality.
So, hello! I hope you all had a great weekend and, if you celebrated Thanksgiving last week, a wonderful one.
We had a really great Thanksgiving break, surrounded by family. As we drove up to the mountains and onto my parent’s property, the ground was covered in fresh, glittering snow. It was so magical, you guys! It really felt like Thanksgiving for the first time ever. I grew up in Fort Lauderdale, where having Thanksgivings in our backyard was completely normal and expected, so this was a welcomed change. How did you east coasters fare? I hope you didn’t have any travel troubles. Thankfully, the beautiful snow made up for our delayed trip.
It was my nephew Griffin’s first Thanksgiving. When he was born, I kept thinking about the holidays and how fun it was going to be having a brand new baby around. It was just as lovely as I’d hoped. He absolutely melts me, that kid. I may have said that every ten minutes, but he really does have such a sweet spirit about him. This probably explains why more than half of my favorite photos from the weekend include him. What? I couldn’t help myself.
Okay, now it’s your turn. Tell me all about your Thanksgiving.
I have so much to be thankful for that to even try and list it all would be silly, because it would be just way too long, but here are some…
- I’m thankful for the family God has blessed me with, I love them so much.
- My friends, both old and new.
- My wonderful husband who teaches me what it means to love well.
- My dogs, as crazy as they drive me most days.
- I am so thankful for God and for the ways He is growing me and guiding me.
- This blog, my creative outlet.
- So much more, that would take all day to list if I let myself.
We are currently waiting for ice to melt (literally) so that we can make our way up to the snowy mountains. I am looking forward to a long weekend with family and some delicious food, of course.
I wanted to just take a moment wish you and yours a very Happy Thanksgiving and hope you have a fun, relaxing weekend no matter where you are. Thank you for reading my blog, it means so much to me. I am so very thankful for you.
So, tomorrow was supposed to be the day we went to the mountains to celebrate the giving of thanks but, alas, that stinkin’ Winter storm is terrorizing (so dramatic) the east coast (are we having fun yet, fellow east coasters?) and so since black ice and snow don’t seem to be as fun to drive in/on as, say, anything else, we will stay home tomorrow. And wouldn’t you have it? Adam already took off of work tomorrow so that we could travel the day before Thanksgiving. So, it looks like we’ll have a fun day off and who knows what adventures we could get ourselves into. Truth be told, it’s freezing rain for another 24-hours and so I would like to sleep in(ha) and stay in my sweats for as long as humanly possible and maybe, just maybe, leave the house once for some yoga. And maybe a movie date, for good measure.
I’m not letting myself be bummed out or stressed or anything of the sort. Granted, I do love waking up in a house full of family, pouring myself a strong cup of coffee Thanksgiving morning and watching the parade. The parade is my favorite. But, it’s just not in the cards this year and letting it damper our holiday isn’t either. Heck no, we will still have a great day! Life and lemons and lemonade and all that. I will watch the parade around lunchtime when we arrive on Thursday. I also have a happy, squirmy baby waiting for me to hog him all holiday-weekend long. It’ll be an absolutely wonderful Thanksgiving. I declare it!
I did have a fun realization, tonight, that this will be the first year since we’ve been married that we’ll be waking up in our own home on Thanksgiving. We’re always traveling for the holidays. So we have a first to celebrate and we just might celebrate it with Thanksgiving-day pancakes before we hit the road. I’d like to say they’ll be in the shapes of turkeys, but we’re not so ambitious.
Safest of safe travels, everyone!
So you know when you go to Trader Joe’s and you walk over to the Granny Smith apples, since you’re making your traditional apple pie for Thanksgiving and need to stock up on supplies. So you put a bag of organic in the cart which, the fact that it’s organic is neither here nor there except to say that they only had bags of those, but I digress. So, you try to decide if you’re going to buy another bag or just two larger Granny Smiths and in the midst of some very not-so important Thanksgiving decisions, you decide to consult your husband who has just walked up beside you.
You look down at the price of the apples as you start the consultation saying, “Okay, so the bag of apples is $2.50 but the regular ones are .70 cents each, so should I just–” and it’s mid-sentence that you notice that your husband is now carrying a basket instead of pushing a cart and well, isn’t that weird and oh, he wasn’t wearing a leather jacket when you came into the store. Huh. Oh, but the strange man to your right is wearing a leather jacket and that’s totally not your husband. Nope and boy, that’s a deer-in-the-headlights look if you’ve ever seen one and you think you’ve scared him, so you laugh it off and just try to “ha, ha, ha” and “It’s been a long day” your way out of that situation.
Only, you’re not the only one who notices and the lovely woman in the produce aisle with you and your newly-adopted husband tries to help by saying, “I just hate when that happens” and yeah lady, me too, is what you think to yourself.
Oh and there’s your actual husband who has been watching this all happen, just standing there, not in a leather jacket. He’s standing by your actual cart looking at you like, “Yep, that was embarrassing” with a smirk on his face waiting for you to wander over and play it cool when realllllyyy you’re completely mortified for the next thirty minutes as you wander the aisles and avoid all eye contact with stranger man and you know when that happens?
Yeah…neither do I.