The past few years and this past year in particular have been difficult.
Yet, despite that, I have been looking forward to this Thanksgiving.
I am thankful that I will wake in a warm house, next to a good man, and be showered with smiles from my children.
I am thankful that I will be going to my parents home, sharing a glass of wine with my aunt, uncle and cousins.
I am thankful that I will be watching a lot of kids running amok.
I am thankful that I will be able to look around the table and see loved ones.
Loved ones will be missing, but they are not forgotten.
Below is a message my brother Matt wrote a few years ago:
As the holiday rush rolls along and corporate America continues to squeeze away the meaning of the season in pursuit of the all mighty dollar, Thanksgiving remains a beacon of familial comfort.
Christmas decorations began infiltrating shopping malls as early as October, in the process diluting the day’s significance for many. A cynic would say that Christmas has become nothing short of an exhausting shopping spree, with all the profundity sucked dry by overpriced playthings – most of which will be obsolete a year from now.
Yet it can still be transformed by a child’s wide-eyed innocence, a sermon that moves you to a moment’s enlightenment or a family party warmed by good food, drink and companionship.
But for many, Christmas can become a slog because the preamble seems to go on forever.
Not so with Thanksgiving. It remains a day almost exclusively given to family and friends, and with age it often supplants the childlike wonder Christmas once provided.
Be it the local high school football game, the scent of turkey and hot apple cider filling a warm house, or the kids running from room to room demanding, “When do we eat?” Thanksgiving is a day uncorrupted by the other three hundred sixty-four days of the year.
I wish you all a lovely day with your families.