Jonathan and I had a fabulous time at home in Anchorage for Thanksgiving. We ate, watched 3 feet of beautiful snow fall, followed some moose through the neighborhood, attended the Great Alaska Shootout, ate some more, caught up with great friends, and laughed way too much.
It always happens as you get older...and perhaps wiser. You start to really appreciate the little things in your life that mean so much, and are so over-looked. This Thanksgiving, I am thankful for so many things:
1. Family. It's quite amazing how many people contribute to our immediate family. And, it's funny how many are being added each and every year. This year, we are at a total of 15. Eleven girls. Four guys. It is a circus of a life to live in, and I wouldn't change any of it for the world. My dad is ridiculously hilarious. But don't ever let him know it.
2. Snow. It is everything that is clean and fresh and warm and familiar to what a home during the holidays is for me. Waking up in the morning would not be the same without snow. Four or five kids lounging on the couches. Sweat pants. Hot coffee. Warm smells of cinnamon and toast and eggs and bacon and waffles and hash browns. And a windowsill picture frame of an untouched winter wonderland. And you- burrowed inside.
3. Jonathan. He is my favorite friend. And it seems like he has always been there-somewhere. He has morphed into my family seamlessly and has an uncanny ability to get along with anyone. We share a same love of family, desire for adventure, and need for unnecessary indulgences. He just gets it.
4. Home. It's hard to come by. One that isn't perfect. One that isn't always clean. One that's been in the family for 60 years. One where the left hallway floor board creeks. One with pencil hash marks up the side of the kitchen wall. It's a soft old t-shirt that's been washed a hundred times. It just fits.
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