We're heading to Mum's for turkey on Thanksgiving Monday, and I know it'll be a good one. We always have a good time at Mum's, and Shiva always does, too. Running around with two chocolate labs can tire out a chihuahua pretty quickly. Mum and I pour out the family tree stuff to figure out the pieces, which has been our personal project for the last little while. Nick and Bill head to the basement or to the garage to go through the multitude of tools they're looking to unload - Nick's only happy to oblige. There's always conversation over after-dinner drinks after all the relatives leave, and the dogs tire themselves out from chasing each other, sprawled over the living room rug looking exhausted, but content. So, as I look forward to a lovely day with Mum's amazing cooking (I can't wait for those brussell sprouts!), I consider the impending holiday and what it represents.
Every holiday that comes around, we're reminded that we should be celebrating the sentiment everyday. Thanksgiving is no different, when we consider at times how fortunate we are in hard times nowadays. We have friends and family who sacrifice when we come to call, we have the basic necessities of life to keep us through another day, and we have the freedom to pursue what we please to the ends of a better society and self. Although at times financial and emotional burdens make our hearts heavier with dread and worry, I remind myself of recent times that make me thankful for what I have today.
