Thanksgiving

For me, Thanksgiving isn't a huge holiday but it is one I appreciate and enjoy. I love the tradition of it all (and of course the food). Sleeping just a little late, the Macy's Day Parade, the smell of turkey, picking at the cornbread stuffing before dinner is served, over-indulging just a little, football, football, football, the dog show, and then the best part....seconds.

As you can imagine, this Thanksgiving was different for many reasons. I was 2,000 miles away from my family. There was snow on the ground. And most importantly, my dad wasn't with us. I've only celebrated one or two Thanksgivings with my dad but I know he definitely went large....he went large with every celebration.

This year it was just me, my stepmom, her sister, and my cousin. While we were all somewhat anxious as to whether the turkey would be a success, our feast came out beautifully. I could definitely feel God's presence and the presence of my dad as we worked our way through putting together a wonderful meal.

In spite of everything, we have sooo much to be thankful for, which should be remembered every day, not just once a year.

My pumpkin pies (yummm):

Beautiful (and BIG) turkey:

What do you get from a big turkey but a big turkey leg:

Finally, a gentle Thanksgiving Day reminder not to leave your dog in the bed of your truck on a cold Montana day:

(Don't worry, he's apparently been that way for 20 years)