“I can no other answer make, but, thanks, and thanks.” ~William Shakespeare
Thanksgiving didn’t go as planned. But before I left Ali’s house on Sunday, her mother looked at me with shock that I was leaving. That I had to leave because Enterprise might want their car back and because I enjoy being employed. But she had other plans “You’re going to miss ice skating!” “It will be too crowded!” “I think you should just stay until Monday” She protested. Then sent me off with homemade peanut butter cups and a smooch.
I’m rarely thankful. For all that I have – and the BS that is lopped on top – I never just sigh and say ‘thanks’. In hindsight I should have just hoped for the most exquisite, warm and inviting Thanksgiving ever. I should have hoped for a lovely friend and her family to wrap their arms around me and treat me like one of their own. I should have hoped for laughing so hard that my cheeks hurt and cuddly babies and a gorgeous eight year old who hugged my waist and was genuinely happy that I came.
It didn’t go perfectly as planned but it exceeded all of my expectations. So yeah, I’m thankful.
*There are no photos because I was too busy raiding the wine fridge and the stuffing and a random box of Godiva chocolates and Chick-fil-a.
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and *I* and thankful that you were there to spend it with me. When are you coming back? I have more peanut butter cups…
I could totally go for some peanut butter cups right now.
When are you going to come to my house? I have an eye-rolling 10 year old daughter and a very honest seven year old son who would totally love your porn skirt. And, homemade wine! Oh, and a puppy! But, no peanut butter cups. Peanut butter cups trump all.
I barely got past the peanut butter cups part of your post. Insert Homer Simpson drool….