Wednesday, July 10, 2013
0630 Slept in
Last week Felisa drew a picture of all the Thanksgiving foods, including something called Kirby. When I asked her about it she said, "If you sat at the kids' table you would know." I love that! I love that they have special Thanksgiving memories of their own.
Julie, a friend of mine, is an Australian living in the States at the moment. She recently commented on Facebook that she was finally going to be at a regular American Thanksgiving dinner at a friend's house. When I read that, I instantly felt so sad for her. Thanksgiving to me is all about the people; more is better. We travelled some as a kid to have Thanksgiving with my dad's family in Illinois and I have lots of great memories from those holidays together. We were (and still are) a military family so we moved a lot and didn't always have the chance to drive to Grandma's. On the years we stayed home, our door was always open to anyone we knew that didn't have a dinner to host or attend. We have been fortunate since living in California to be able to travel to New Mexico to celebrate Thanksgiving with Ron's family.
I can't imagine a Thanksgiving dinner with just our core immediate family. All that work to prepare a meal and no other friends or family to share it with? How sad that would be, at least to me. So you can see why I felt sad that Julie hadn't been invited anywhere the first couple years. I can only hope that I am always aware and proactive in future years to notice anyone without a dinner invite so that I can invite them to celebrate with us any time we are not travelling for the holiday. After all, what's Thanksgiving without friends and family and laughter? A few years ago we celebrated at Shani's house. The kids were downstairs while the adults were gathered around the table. Later my kids complained that the adults had been making way too much noise and laughing so much. Really? Sounds like a perfect Thanksgiving to me!
0630 Wake up. Get dressed right away so I can get Rocco out for a potty break. He still won’t go. I think maybe he’s still nervous from the fireworks last night. Then we spot some elk cruising through town, enjoying their breakfast and it’s a hopeless case. He just won’t pee! So back to the cabin to see if anyone else is up yet.