Happy Thanksgiving to all of you! I hope you’re snuggled somewhere cozy with family and friends. I’m sitting in my house watching a Christmas movie and enjoying a great cup of coffee. I have no real rhyme or reason when prepping coffee each night. Sometimes it’s too weak and sometimes too strong but this morning, it’s just perfect. A little God wink to start the day. And I’m drinking it from a cute little mug wearing a sweater. I’m also dog-sitting my boss’s dog and she is the cutest thing in the world. Her name is Daisy. She just walks around and looks precious. I may have to keep her.
This is my first Thanksgiving since my husband and I have been separated. The boys are with him and his family this year. Not being with them has been the most grueling part of being separated, but I have to pat him and myself on the back for the way we’re communicating and working through this new normal. The boys called me first-thing this morning and they sound happy and excited. I love hearing their little voices on the phone. They think it’s so fun I’m dog-sitting. They told me about their plans for the day and I told them mine and caught them up on Daisy’s activities. A counselor once told me kids are truly resilient and if they know mommy and daddy are okay and that mommy and daddy love them, they’ll be okay. This picture is form this morning. They look pretty okay to me.
I’ve had a number of friends invite me to enjoy Thanksgiving with them. That has been so appreciated, but I decided to spend an intimate day with just my dad. He is coming over at 1:00 and we’re going to a beautiful old inn for Thanksgiving dinner. I’ve been there before but dad has not. Not only are the building and grounds stunning, but there are many antiques inside. My dad’s a collector, so he’s going to truly enjoy this place. And I’ve heard the food is delicious as well.
Of course it’s hard not having my mom here, but this year feels better than last. Last year, I remember drinking too much the night before Thanksgiving and crying really hard. The combination of alcohol and crying gave me a migraine on Thanksgiving Day. I remember just trying to survive the day. I stumbled upon the photo below when searching pictures this morning. It portrays my mom’s fun and loving spirit, so I had to share. Today and every day, she’s constantly in my mind and on my heart.
This year feels much better. I have so many cherished memories from Thanksgivings gone by. A friend once told me, “Carry those memories with you.” So, that’s what I’m trying to do. From here on out, all Thanksgivings will be very different, but I am determined to make new memories. My boys deserve that and I deserve that.
Until my dad gets here, I’m going to clean and do some cooking. I’m making homemade pimento cheese and pumpkin pies. I know, random dishes to make together. My sister and her family come in town tomorrow afternoon. We’re making our Thanksgiving dinner Saturday, so I want the pies to be made and the pimento cheese is for all of us to snack on. We’re big appetizer lovers.
Daisy and I are going to hang out and finish this Christmas movie. The predictability of these movies is so comforting for some reason. Perhaps it’s because life itself is never, ever predictable. I hope you and yours have a wonderful, blessed day.