‘Twas the night before Thanksgiving, and all through the house……
Dad: Well, I’m not sure. *continues to prepare the meat*
Me: DAD! DAD THE CHEESE IS IN THE CANDLE!
Me: DAD IT’S ON FIRE.
Dad: The cheese is in the candle! *sings to the tune some random Christmas carol*
Dad: Oh…. oh! Whoops. Stupid candle.
Me: Totally the candles fault.
I freaking love my family. We’re crazy. And it’s amazing.
I suppose, to start things off with the multitude of things I am grateful for in my life–this moment. That despite all the years and transformations our family has been through, I can still sit here with my dad fixing food and almost burning down the house because of cheese.
I can sit here surrounded by the sounds of my mom voicing her concern of how my sister is planning my nephew’s feeding cycle (now four weeks old), my sister refuting my mom, and my brother and brother-in-law shrugging their shoulders and tossing me side-ways grins as if to say “you Goodman women…” (my brother would then make a gaming controller motion with his hands and we would normally go up and play Fifa).
It’s such a simple thing, but that’s why it’s so special– as it often seems like maintaining a functional modern family is nearly impossible. In that respect, we are so lucky. My parents are amazing human beings. I have no idea how they do what they do on a daily basis.
My family and our traditions will always mean the world to me, and though my brothers, sister, and myself have gone in completely different directions in life, we still manage to come together this time of year with our amazing parents. Our lives are crazy, filled with work, kids, and the pursuit of passions–and in that respect the contrast into simplicity (albeit chaotic simplicity) is such a fantastic thing.
I’m thankful for so many other things in my life… the fact that come the spring I’ll graduate with a Master’s degree and zero student debt. That I have the chance to work in an industry I am passionate about. That I get paid to do something I love. That I get to inspire young minds. And that, by my mid-20′s, I can say that I have lived a few of my childhood dreams (i.e. training eagles and horses). The road has not been free of bumps, but without those, I wouldn’t be where I am now (*end super cliche rant*).
It could go on and on…. but for now, what I am absurdly thankful for in all of life’s fleeting moments, are the people that make moments in my life matter. I’m thankful for my friends and family. For simplicity and maintaining relationships. For life both new and old.
Regardless of who or where you are, I wish you the happiest of holidays–or perhaps, rather than just holidays, I wish you the happiest of days.