Mid afternoon and I'm sitting on my laptop, alone in my apartment facebooking and passing time.... like it was any other day. But behind my internet browsing, my heart is really sad to spending the time just like this. It's Thanksgiving - a day for thanks, for love, for friends, for family.
It's Thanksgiving and my heart longs to be home in Milwaukee with my family. It feels weird that I won't be able to tell my dad to turn the volumn down on the football game. I won't get the chance to plop the cranberry sauce out of the can and into a sparkling dish just to hear that sucking sound. I won't be eating the world's best Company Potatoes. But worst of all, I won't be bowling a perfect 76 at Pioneer Lanes on Friday with my mother's side of the family.
What I realize, as I sit and feel sad to not take part in the Phelps tradition, is that THAT is what I am thankful for this year. The sadness! I am so glad that I have a family that are also my best friends. I am grateful to be excited to spend any and every minute that I can with them. They are amazing people, and I'm thankful that I love them enough to miss them right now.
Mom, Dad, Erica and Bridget... I love the shit out of you guys.
Oops... I swore... sorry Mom.
I am also thankful that my dad's side of the family is here to take me in for a meal with loved ones tonight.
Be thankful.
Be loved.
Mary
