Being a grown-up is so strange, especially in the middle part.
I remember being a kid and sitting at the kitchen table making stuffing, while watching the Macy's Thanksgiving Parade on a little red television. I would stand on my knees to reach the bowl and squish up all of the bread while stealing tiny bits of sausage. It was such a lazy day, I could stay in my pajamas if I wanted to. I could watch TV all day. I wasn't expected to eat a ton or forced take leftovers back to my house where they would eventually be forgotten about.
Being a grown-up on Thanksgiving is so much different! I have to get up early and put on nice clothes. I have to stop at the liquor store, so we don't arrive at people's homes empty handed. I have to wear fancy shoes that hurt a little and engage in conversation with the adults.
While I don't mind these things, I'd love to be be able to stay at home, make my own stuffing and watch whatever I want.
This morning I did get to watch the parade and it brought me to tears (the happy kind). As the giant balloons and floats made their way down 34th street, they brought so many memories of Thanksgiving's past with them.
After taking the time to recapture the nostalgia that made Thanksgiving so special before, I had a pseudo-epiphany.
Thanksgiving isn't so bad after all!
I get to eat good food and spend time with family that I don't see very often. I don't have to wash dishes or stick my hands in the turkey butt.
I'm thankful for that.