In order for all of you to understand what I'm about to say, you need to go and read the following post from 2006 first:
I Hate Thanksgiving
Soooooo......... Thanksgiving 2007 was spent in Guatemala City at the Westin having dinner, meeting Candy and her adorable family, just missing Crystal by a few minutes and having a great time......except our family was split in half by 3000 miles. If I were to be completely honest (and let's face it, I usually am), I would admit that I was miserable. Don't get me wrong, I was very grateful that we would be leaving GC in two days WITH our baby girl!!!! But I chalked it up to yet another sucky Thanksgiving in a long line of sucky Thanksgivings. Only this time I was in another country.
Last year? I can honestly say that last Thanksgiving was perfection. It was the Thanksgiving I had dreamed of. Even before we bought our house I had a vision of what the perfect Thanksgiving would be like. There would be a roaring fire in the fireplace, a house full of family and friends, kids running around and laughing and about 10 conversations going on at once. Last Thanksgiving was exactly what I had dreamed of. And we ended the night with dragging out the fake Christmas tree, setting it up in the family room (we use a real one in the living room) and letting the kids decorate it. Needless to say the tree was overly decorated in about an 18 inch square area and the rest was bare, but it was perfect. Yes, I said it and I'll say it again. Thanksgiving 2008 was perfect.
Hands down the worst Thanksgiving was Thanksgiving 1993. Trina had been diagnosed with breast cancer 12/14/92 so we were almost one year post diagnosis. That was fine, that had nothing to do with it. It was the fact that there were only three of us at dinner. It was sissy, her asshole husband at the time and me. It was bad. The food sucked (sorry sissy, she made all of it), the turkey was half raw, mom and Papa were in Texas. It sucked.
So yeah, I am not a fan of Thanksgiving.
Earlier this week mom was talking about Thanksgiving. Given our penchant for making 73 different plans for Thanksgiving we actually came up with only one clear cut plan; same thing as last year, just have it here. After all we won't know how sissy is feeling so having it here is the most reasonable option. We'll have a few friends, a few members of Josh's family and whoever else decides to straggle in. Very low key, very normal, very nice.
So of course mom states how Thanksgiving is her favorite holiday. She then asks me what mine is. Now whenever mom asks me this question I always answered the same thing with no hesitation; Christmas. This time? This time I paused. I thought of the how far we've come with Thanksgiving. The warmth of the fire, the kids laughing, the house bursting with love, family and conversation, the anticipation of Christmas to come, the cold weather. All of these thoughts ran through my mind as I began to question to sanity. Could it be? Could I have changed that much? Could Thanksgiving have changed that much?
Mom gasping brought me back to reality. "NO!" she exclaimed. "I can't believe it! Say it. Even if you say it I won't believe it. Really?" We both knew what my answer was even though I didn't verbalize it.
Up is down. Black is white. Cold is hot. Dark is light.
And Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday.