This time of year always leads to some sort of introspection. We often examine our lives and count on our fingers and toes the things we are thankful for, the things we have been truly blessed with. I could write a post of how I am thankful for our house, our jobs, our health, our refrigerator and cupboards full of food, our closets full of clothes, the heat coming from our vents. I am so thankful, especially with what many people are dealing with right now, to have all these things in my life. I complain about Sofia not sleeping in her bed but am thankful she has more than one bed to choose from. Yesterday I was able to complain about being too warm and about being too full. I am blessed, no doubt about it.
Every other year we spend thanksgiving on the Oregon coast with my mom’s side of the family. This year there will be, as I mentioned before, around 30 of us, 8 kids 5 and under. I was thinking about how much I was looking forward to this weekend, spending time with everyone, sitting back with a full belly and a glass of wine and watching the chaos unfold. Then it hit me, how lucky we are that there are so many of us and we are all looking forward to spending this time together. I know that this isn’t that common. There are no fights, there are no arguments, there is no watching the clock waiting for Friday so we can all go home. Instead we are all watching the clocks, dreading Sunday when we have to go home. This is what I am thankful for this year. Because I know that even if all the other stuff went away, the house, the clothes, the things, we would still have our family to take us it, to hold us up, to give us a hug and brush us off. And that is really all that matters. Well that and pumpkin pie.
Gobble, gobble y’all.