This year, I’m sad at Thanksgiving because…
Just kidding. Sort of.
I thought I’d toy with the title of just about every American blogger’s Wednesday post. Sort of.
Actually, I am very sad about something, but in a way, it has led me to realize how very blessed our family is, with… family.
This is the FIRST year, in the 13 years of our marriage, that my husband and I will be having –NO– family over for dinner. Perhaps that’s not quite true. I think there have been a couple years where we’ve gone elsewhere. Maybe one year. All the other years, we have hosted Thanksgiving for both sides of the family, whoever was available, and we’ve had anywhere from 3 to 15 added around the table (and spilling out into the backyard, and crowded around the kitchen counters, and asking, “What time is dinner?” etc.).
This year, everyone has other plans, or commitments, or is out of state, or whatever. All of them are legitimate reasons; I don’t feel like anyone is, uh, dissing us. But, some of the things that are keeping other family members from coming over have come up at the very last minute, or we would have invited other friends, like small families or singles who don’t have anyone else with whom to spend the holiday. There’s just not enough notice; everyone already has commitments for their big meal on Thursday. So, it’ll just be the six of us.
So, I’m delighted that we have such a wealth of family and friends. I’m certainly thankful that we have such a richness in them, and so many good Thanksgiving memories. But, it seems somewhat barren to celebrate Thanksgiving with only our immediate family. The house should be busting at the seams, and it just won’t be. 😦