This year, our family celebrated Thanksgiving on Saturday rather than the government-designated day since this was the only day we could all get together. And it was totally worth the wait.
When I was seven, my family moved from Massachusetts to California. (Please forgive the seeming non sequitur, but please bear with me.) From that moment on, my family has been celebrating at a minimum Thanksgiving and Christmas every year with my mother's sister's family. That my aunt's family for those easily confused.
As we have grown up and grown older, it is easy to forget how blessed we are to have such a big, loving family. It is easy to forget because they are always there. Maybe not in person but in my mind - knowing that their support and love is always with me. Why wouldn't it be? That's all I've ever known, and it has shaped me for the better.
Coming together again with all of our families just reinforces that bond... but it also makes the absence of those who couldn't join us more poinent (like All Things BD). However, life goes on, and you appreciate what you have rather than what you are missing.
Yes, Thanksgiving was an amazing celebration. Not because of the delicious food or beautiful decorations but because we were all together giving thanks for having each other. My grandmother, Jane, passed several years ago, but her legacy of family lives on. And her family is reaping the fruits of her labor. Thank God!
Yeah... you can say that I have a LOT to give thanks for.