I have to admit I didn't feel very thankful on Thanksgiving day. Josh was at school almost all day, I worked out, came home, and did nothing in particular. I spent most of the day alone and then we had tacos for dinner. Yes, I said it. Tacos, on Thanksgiving day. I don't think I'm going to win the best wife award this year.
I wanted to be at Gramma Catie's house. I wanted to eat dinner with my family at the "kids table" even though we are all over the age of 20, all the while quoting our favorite movies, and bringing up funny stories from our childhood.
I wanted to be at Grandma Scurlock's house. I wanted to play with my beautiful nephews, drink Grandma's special juice, and eat pumpkin rolls to my hearts content.
Are you about sick of my sob story yet?
Don't worry, I got myself out of my funk. I had yet to feel homesick since we arrived in Grenada six months ago. I think I'm allowed one day.
Thankfully, I got to attend not one but TWO Thanksgiving feasts. One on Friday night (though Josh was MIA) hosted by my friend Laura and the other on Sunday evening hosted by our friends the Durhams.
And here is what I realized:
I am thankful that for the second year in a row, I successfully cooked a massive turkey!
|That is a 22 pounder my friends.|