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Oh, it’s turkey time!  That magical time of the year when we kick-start our Christmas holidays with food, football, and the most important shopping.  We sit around and convince ourselves that eating that many calories doesn’t count in the holiday season, and that unbuttoning our pants after eating is just smart.

It’s that time when we are capable of watching ridiculous parades, in a city we don’t live in, and with our children’s attention for all of five minutes.  It is a time when my husband spends all day in the kitchen, and leaves me the equivalent of Mt. Zeus in dishes.  It is a time when my family scrambles to find ways to get together and enjoy each others company, all while denying that the travel and time is exhausting to do it.

Personally, my favorite part of Thanksgiving is probably the cranberry sauce.  Yes, I still get the stuff in a can that actually has the ridges on the sides (you know what I am talking about).  But it is my favorite part because it is the only time of the year that I actually eat the stuff.  I tend to use the fresh stuff on my stove top to heat the air and make my home smell lovely…but it is the canned stuff along with that perfect bite of turkey that just seems sentimental.  I am not sure why I don’t eat it all year, except to say I never remember that is a possibility.  Strange how traditions work that way.

My children won’t eat Thanksgiving meals, although we are going to spend a portion of the day fighting with them to try it.  They will be bouncing off the walls with Grandpa there, and unwilling to sit and watch football.  My house will be a wreck by the end of the day, and patience will have fled in the face of such sweet smiles.

It is time to be thankful.  And, oh am I thankful.

I am thankful for my children, first and foremost.  I am thankful for my family, my job, my paycheck, my blog, my medicine, my God.  (and not in that order).  Besides my children, I think I am most thankful for my God.  I am thankful everyday that it doesn’t feel like he is worried about me (really, concentrate on the starving children – I’ve got this).  I am thankful everyday that he is believes in me, and believes that I can do this.  I picture him silently standing behind me, not making a sound, but nevertheless, cheering me on.  I am thankful that he brings me comfort when I ask, and never gives me answers.  It keeps it interesting.

I always ask God for only one thing, and I will do so here.  Please watch over my children, and take care of them.  Please keep them happy and safe.  Don’t worry about me, concentrate on them.  They need you more than I do.

To everyone, Happy Thanksgiving.  Remember, life is one strange ride and since we forgot the seatbelt…you should probably hang on.