Normally, I have a snotty, full-of-myself, nose-looking-down for chicken soup for the soul cliches. But sometimes the sentimental cliches feel just exactly right for the occasion. In this case, the occasion being Thanksgiving, my 6-year-old niece suggested we go around the table and say what we’re thankful for — and she immediately claimed the two best things for herself. Family and food. Then she decreed that no-one could repeat anything. So the rest of us tried to come up with non-food ways of saying good things to eat, and non-family ways to say people we love. We did manage to come up with some also-rans (blues music, moonlight at low tide), but family and food were the universal truths.
I spent the day feeling really thankful actually. I woke up more relaxed than I ever have on Thanksgiving morning, having done hours of dinner prep the day before so I could go to yoga in the morning. As I made gravy, I called everyone in my family who was further out than 50 miles.
Since that dinner conversation I keep thinking of more that I’m grateful for. Like the fact that someone has a food truck called Marination (yep, food; OK that’s a very little thing). Having a whole week off to be at home for a very relaxing the holiday. My son’s sense humor, which he got from his dad (yep, family).
All of which makes me wonder how it could be that we’re firmly on the path of selling our house and leaving our family behind to cruise around the country for a year. We’re ready for our next adventure, and are excited about making a break for it. But how can we be sure we bring family along with us so we don’t miss all the growing up, all the day to day life? Guess we’ll have to buy a truck with a back seat, and use up some of those frequent flier miles. An adventure needs people you love to share it with.