Turkey Day

Thanksgiving has always been my favorite holiday. Up until last year we would make Thanksgiving Dinner at the house I grew up in for 30 of my closest family members annually. I would wake up and run down the stairs, the dining room table would be set with my mother's nice table cloth and fine China dishes. The kitchen would already smell like turkey and we'd watch the parade as we prepared my great grandmother's chestnut stuffing recipe. It was fantastic.

Last year we made Thanksgiving in LA. It was small- me, Mom, Dad, their friend Michael, and my friend and her boyfriend. It was still really nice.

This year we aren't making Thanksgiving dinner. We're going to my brother's girlfriend's family's house for dinner. They are cooking.

It wouldn't have felt right if we didn't cook or bake something, so I baked some cookies to bring over.

I thought that when my parents moved and Thanksgiving changed I'd be devastated since it is my favorite holiday, after all. In all honesty, though, I'm not. It still feels just as special because I go the longest between when school starts and I come to LA for Thanksgiving without seeing my parents. We're super close and it just feels special because I so look forward to spending time with them.

That's what Thanksgiving is about, anyways. It's about being grateful for the friends and family you have and spending time with them.

I'm so thankful for my friends and family, the blessings that have come my way this year, and the blessings in disguise that I have yet to be able to appreciate.

God Bless.