How was everyone’s Thanksgiving??

Mine was decent. Very different than usual, but decent all the same.

I hadn’t really mentioned it because I had this week’s posts all scheduled up until today and didn’t really feel like going against the schedule or have time to write a whole new post, but my Gma died Tuesday. S’all good, she was 90, it was her time.

My poor Gpa, however, didn’t take it very well. He’s been with her for 65 years and now he’s alone. He looked to her for guidance, and now she’s gone. He still has all of us, in fact, my brother Patrick is going to be staying with him for a little while to keep him company at night and help him ease into the transition of my Gma not being there.

That was the biggest reason our Thanksgiving was different. We usually have our entire family, plus my dad’s best friend and his family and my niece’s adoptive family as well. With the loss of Gma, our Thanksgiving turned into a more intimate family memorial, so it was immediate family only. My oldest brother and his family didn’t come either, so dinner was much more quiet than usual.

Another huge reason it was different? Because when we all showed up at my mom’s house at 330? Dinner was actually ready, everything was done. Usually we show up and then have to sit for another 30-60 minutes waiting for something to finish cooking. That was something to be thankful for…

Other than those differences, it was the same as usual. We ate a lot of turkey and mashed potatoes; talked about cell phones and told “that’s what she said jokes,” and of course, there was you-tubing to be done as well. We pulled names of nieces and nephews we will purchase gifts for this Christmas. We (meaning Chris and I) tried to bargain and trade, and finally gave up on exchanging and decided on the perfect gift for one. The Saints won.

It was the same Thanksgiving we’ve had for years, but so different than our usual routine.

By 830, Caitlin was upstairs, tucked neatly into bed, snoring softly while Chris and I played a new game downstairs and giggled excitedly about the gift we would be giving in less than 30 days. It was definitely the polar opposite of the Thanksgiving we had last year, days before our life was completely turned upside-down. Days before Chris lost his job, days before we found out we were pregnant with Kinley, just days before everything began to collapse around me.

But, here we are, still standing. No Thanksgiving will ever be the same as the ones we had in the past, but not so different that it’s a bad thing. Just. Different.

Gobble, gobble?

I love the fall, but I’m not a huge fan of all things fall. I love the weather, and the smell. I love hoodies (which are, honestly, a staple in my closet), bonfires with hot chocolate, and watching the leaves change. However, I hate pumpkin flavored things. I hate pies. I don’t like stuffing or cranberries, ham and I’m not even a huge fan of turkey unless it’s my mom’s and it’s been glazed with orange marmalade.

I don’t even care too much for Thanksgiving, other than the fact that it’s a day for my family to all get together and overeat. Never mind, we overeat every time my mom hosts a dinner because that’s how she rolls. OH! I do like the rolls we eat at Thanksgiving, so add that one to the “Yes” list.

Even tho, I could honestly care less about holidays past Halloween until New Year’s Eve (if I didn’t have kids, I’d probably try and sleep through these next two months, only waking up for Chris and my sister’s birthday), I figured I’d take a minute and think about what I was thankful for. For the spirit of things.

I’m thankful for Chris’ willingness and eagerness to work a second job to ease my mind, this time of year. We aren’t struggling, and are actually doing okay right now. I have just gotten so used to being worried about money, it’s become second nature. He does it so I can relax a little.

I’m thankful both my babies are (relatively) healthy. With them both being late-term preemies, I never realized what kind of health issues they could have, but both have come out as fighters.

I’m thankful that our dummy dog, Linux, is our dummy dog. We fell in love with him at first sight and almost had to part with him for one reason or another. He is the greatest dog ever. Too stupid to be mean, but not stupid enough to be obnoxious, like my parents’ dog Lilly is.

I’m thankful for my brothers, Patrick, Steven and my sister Courtney, for helping with anything they could in Chris and my time of need. I couldn’t ask for more loving, selfless and wonderful siblings than them.

I’m thankful for my parents, who would do anything for their children and their spouses. They would do anything without second-guessing for us and for each other. It doesn’t get much better than that.

I’m thankful for Chris’ strength for the past two years. Without that, I don’t know where I would be.

I’m thankful for our mutual stubbornness and inability to accept defeat.

I’m thankful for the friends I have found in this blogging world.

There is so much in this world I’m thankful for, I could go and on. I’m thankful where this year has taken me and the strength I’ve found in myself.

I hope that all of you have many things to be thankful for, and I hope you have a wonderful holiday. 🙂