And the rest of Thanksgiving looked something like this...
Josh always brings a bunch of eight-foot long tables from work the day before Thanksgiving.
Normally, it takes three tables, extending through two rooms (my dining room and living room) and every chair, stool, bench and box I can get my hands on in order for us to have enough seating.
This year though, it only took two tables. (My Uncle Donnie was gone driving truck, my sister and Ross couldn't make it down from Seattle because of work, my cousin Roshelle was with her boyfriend's family, my dad and step-mom decided to cook at their house, Josh's parents and brother were in Klamath, my grandpa and Bev were out of town, etc.)
I started off the morning feeling embarrassingly and ironically unthankful because I was missing Ross (and because nothing I tried on would fit my chunky butt.)
So I locked myself in the bathroom while my sister (who called to wish me a happy Thanksgiving) helped me get everything back in perspective. (I can't tell you how many new and improved attitudes I've found while locked in the bathroom - it's my go-to place whenever I need an attitude adjustment.)
And then Yans helped me finish setting up.
And then we waited for our guests to arrive.
And then lo and behold, Jesus showed up to celebrate Thanksgiving with us. (Actually, it's just my cousin, Sammy showing us how long he's grown his hair out. He'll totally appreciate that joke.)
And my Uncle Brad and Aunt Alicia.
And my mamma.
And Josh's Grandparents.
And my littlest cousin, Jesse Ray and his girlfriend.
And then the party moved into the kitchen.
That was supposed to look like a football snap, but it ended up looking like...um...not a football snap.
That was my Uncle Brad, trying to trick Jesse into drinking dish soap. (Jesse was way too smart for that trick though.)
And then Courtney Lee made it home. (She was having Thanksgiving with her mom.)
Excuse Courtney's elbow in that last show. (I loved it too much to delete it.)
And then there was dinner.
And when it was time for everyone to go around the table, talking about what they were thankful for, I found myself thinking about how blessed my family has been.
My grandmother passed away 18 years ago and for a long time after, it felt like nothing would ever be ok again.
But things are ok now. It's certainly not the same without her - it's different, but still wonderful.
And for 18 years, our family has remained close and healthy and full of good humor and that is something to be wildly thankful for.