Oh man, I loooooooove me some Thanksgiving. Last year I decided to start a new tradition of having a Thanksgiving with some of our friends. I call it (and this is super creative, so watch out)… Friendsgiving. I don’t know why I do it. It makes me crazy. I’m not the social butterfly I used to be. Last year we had 36 people come, this year we have 26 people coming. I think that means I’ve managed to offend at least 10 people this year. I should work harder. Next year I should be able to work the guest list to an even dozen.
I don’t know what it is about Thanksgiving, but it always makes me feel really happy. I mean, let’s not beat around the bush. Eating mass quantities of food generally makes me feel really happy, but beyond that, Thanksgiving just inspires the feel-goods in people.
Thanksgiving is the one day of the year that I can actually be expected to be in a good mood. I actually love having large groups of people in my house because it means I have a lot of people to be grateful for. There are at least 26 people in my life who know that for 364 days of the year, I’m likely to bite someone’s head off for no reason, and they still love me. At least enough to come eat a metric ton of turkey at my house.
Seriously though, Thanksgiving is great, and I truly am so thankful for everything that I have. I’ve been thinking extra about gratitude the last couple weeks. I’m so thankful for my house, for my husband and my baby. I’m so thankful that we’re in this together, and that I’m not going to roll over in bed one day and realize that when 5 pm rolls around, I’m on my own without someone to take over diaper duty for the rest of the night.
In addition, I’m thankful for my family, for good friends, and that of all the people that God has to look over every single day, I know that when I wake up tomorrow morning, He’s going to hear my prayer. And he knows that I am going to need help. Seriously, 26 people in my tiny house? Heaven help us.
