I have to admit that I am a little sad to spend this Thanksgiving in Barcelona away from my family and friends. Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. It comes with no expectations except good food and family.
I've been thinking about all the Thanksgivings we have spent with the Reedys (my mom's family in San Francisco). We usually wake up to find mom already making a mess in the kitchen and Uncle Ted already freaking out about it. We all spend most of the morning darting in and out of the kitchen to see what goodies my mom is working on. We make fun of Aunt Jane for not being able to cook. We have an annual soccer game Reddys V. O'Bigelows in which the Reedys always cheat and someone always storms off crying. When Papa was alive we'd all go around complaining about how hot it was in the house because he cranked the thermostat and we'd see if we could get away with cracking the windows. Mom always wants to play a board game and has to drag all of us to the table. Dinner was always fantastic, there was always some amazing homemade pie for dessert.
I love Thanksgiving.
Since I don't have the opportunity to say what I am thankful for at the table I'm going to say it here instead.
First and foremost I am thankful for my wonderful and amazing family. They are always supportive, always loving, and I miss them very much. I am thankful for my beautiful friends who always make me smile and laugh. I am thankful for the opportunities I have been given and for being able to study in Barcelona. And I am thankful for my plane ticket home for Christmas. I can't wait to hug everyone....
Well, I've succeeded in making myself cry.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone.