The Night Before......

We always get excited the night before Christmas.  We are TOTALLY stoked the night before we leave for the beach.  The night before the first day of school has its own brand of excitement.   But I think we rarely get excited on the night before Thanksgiving.

Most of my co-workers just rushed out the door to start or continue baking.  Some of them have been stressing about who is doing what, and when, and where.  Some have been agitated about the weather, about travel plans, about balancing work and a holiday.

The night before Thanksgiving is a quieter thing for me.  We know that we are 'it' for Thanksgiving.  We have the big table, the extra oven, and all the tools for the job.  And Hubby and I have done this together for so many years now that we barely even think about it.  We might peel potatoes after church tonight.  Or we might share cocktails.  Or play a game.  Or all of that, who knows? 

I've said it before and I'll say it again:  Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday.  Everyone is grateful.  Everyone is happy.  And besides some back-scene grumbling by the cooks (a Thanksgiving tradition - we're entitled!), there is no complaining.

We've been through enough to know when to be grateful.  Babygirl's long, ongoing illness has taught us to take the happy moments as they come and not look for the bad.

While I was writing yesterday's post about pets, Babygirl and I discussed why I was doing a thank-you a day for November.  She listened, got thoughtful, and simply said, "I'm thankful for my kidney."  I agree. 

Every. Single. Day.

So I'll go to church tonight, and give thanks with the people I love, and who love me.  How could I not be grateful?

DeeDee