Gobble

The Holiday's with out Family BLOW. And not in a eye's rolling behind the head kind of way. I miss getting in the way of my mothers holiday cooking routine, picking at all the side dishes, and opening the oven to scope out the turkey or pick a piece off to "make sure it's cooking properly." I miss setting the table, in my mothers very particular way while playing her favorite Alejandro Fernandez album.


Dinner was the best. My mother worked very much, so this was the only time of the year all sat down and had a family dinner. The look on my mothers face was precious. Loving the fact that we were all getting along, and laughing, I could tell she treasured every second. Thanksgiving dinner was especially unique, because we were actually all allowed to have a glass of champagne, which later i realized it was sparkling apple cider, were also allowed to say dirty jokes, and talk about the latest gossip. Growing up in a small town, there was TONES of it. Confessing all our lies for the year also became a tradition. One year,my sister fessed up that in her lame attempt to steal the car she ran it through the garage door. I confessed I had been forging my report cards the previous year, and changing my GPA. That one didn't go so softly as the going through the house with the car. We felt like such adults. After dinner, we would all sit in the living room to watch a movie until we fell asleep. I miss these moments.

This year, I'll be going home after 2 1/2 years. My mother is postponing Thanksgiving dinner, and tree/house decorating until I get home. I'm very excited. Not only will i be able to participate in this very missed family ritual, but now I'll be able to partake in it with some of the newest members of the family, and I hope they will get the chance to have some of the same memories, and enjoy the same type of dinners as I did as did as a child.