It was easy this morning to wake up and feel sorry for myself. I am far from family, the husband is off being a Marine and shooting things in the mountains, and I miss running house to house to see all my different families. All the while making sure everyone understood the difference between mashed potatoes and whipped potatoes. Mashed obviously being the superior choice. I thought about making desserts with my Momma in our old, cozy farmhouse, stealing the first piece of turkey from Grandpa Addis, fighting Uncle Bud for the last deviled egg. Getting a call from my Dad telling me to drive carefully on the icy roads to our next Thanksgiving celebration. Jilly Bean calling to hang out and have a few beers or steal a few roadsigns after the festivities ended.
As life changes, so does Thanksgiving. Grandma Robinson is gone, unable to teach me one of her many cooking tricks that usually accompanied holiday preparations. Momma W started making mashed potatoes when I came into their holiday lives, just for me. Aunt Donna would jump a plane from Florida just to spend a few days hanging out with us on the holidays. It is the little things like this that make me miss family, yet be so thankful to have each and every one of them in my life, past and present.
I am so thankful to be spending Thanksgiving with Heather, a friend who is just like family. While we both miss our families and husbands, it is easier to do that together! And it is easier to think of what we are thankful for rather than dwell on what is missing.
As you enjoy your holiday meals, I want you to think of one thing in particular. Those men and women who are spending their Thanksgiving on the front lines, and how they miss those small details of holiday life we all take for granted in order to sacrifice for our freedom.
Happy Thanksgiving!!!!










