Turkey Day.

Thanksgiving Day.  Breakfast sandwiches, the Rockettes and enormous balloons.  Following the parade, there is football, too much food and way too much desert.  A food coma followed by sugar shock!   A kitchen table full of ads and a map plotting the Black Friday plan of attack.  Family and friends filter in and out throughout the day and you tell each of them how thankful you are.  That's a normal Thanksgiving Day.

  

This year, I've been reflecting on all of the Thanksgiving days that came before this one.  When we said how thankful we were to be all together.  When we cracked jokes, laughed carelessly and went to bed with a warm, fuzzy feeling that only a day like that would provide.  For forty years (ok, only thirty nine!),  my biggest worries of the day were whether I was going to eat my pie with or without whipped cream and what time I was going to head to bed in preparation of such an early shopping trip.    

Today was a little different but it's a day I'm thankful for none the less.  It was the exception to prove the rule.  While some things changed, the basics remain.  I'm thankful for my family, my kids and my friends.  I won't be shopping but I will be up early plotting out a new plan of attack.  

Happy Thanksgiving to all of you.