Wednesday, December 3, 2014
Days of Thanks
These people that belong to me are a special lot. We find a way to be together either in person or across the miles in spirit. We don't live near my family nor my husband's and so holidays are spent with one or the other. Here. There. Or somewhere in between.
We eat and play cards. Walk dogs and play basketball. Dance, sing and tumble over laughing. This year included chasing an almost two year old little gem from room to room and being entertained and amused by her cuteness. Her daddy was getting her ready for bed and once a new diaper was on and her jammies were zipped up, she hopped up and said with her arms out stretched, "So, what do you think?" I think I loved those jammies and the precious little girl in them.
We have a tradition at Thanksgiving of while we are dishing our food for the big meal, we take turns telling what is special about each person and why we are thankful to have them in our family. It's a meaningful, reflective and important part of our holiday. I always end up crying.
Not because I'm sad. Rather because I just feel so incredibly lucky that I have these people. And the others in Joplin. And that we remain connected no matter the miles.