Thanksgiving was good. Being with my family is just easy.
We went to my dad's side of the family on Thursday.
There are lots of people. Lots of aunts and uncles and cousins.
And food. Tons of deliciousness. And my Aunt Carole's yeast rolls.
I could go on and on about the yeast rolls.
We talked and laughed and played a game.
We took pictures. Though not on my camera because I forgot to use it.
I enjoyed their company.
My diet was blown. But in the very best of ways.
On Friday, we met my mom's side of the family for dinner at Longhorns.
A smaller gathering, to be sure. So fun.
I grilled my cousin Sean on all things about his dating life.
He was a good sport about it.
We also talked and laughed and enjoyed each other's company.
The food was so good and we didn't have to do the dishes afterwards. Bonus.
Saturday was spent with friends who are like family.
Watching football and eating wings.
Georgia prevailed and many in the house were overjoyed.
Though Stu and one other were not. Ah. Well.
And in between all of these gatherings, I spent much time with my mom and dad.
Just being together.
Time goes by too quickly when we are all together. I love being with both sides of the family and our friends.
I am blessed.
And through it all, I was keenly aware of the absence of Michael.
I thought of what he would have been doing during the Thankful game.
I thought how he and Sean wrestled every Thanksgiving and how that would have been accomplished in a restaurant this year.
I wondered which team Michael would have rooted for in the game.
I missed him. And his energy. And his joy.
Today I am thankful for:
A husband who will drive us home. I am a much better passenger.