>Is there anything more beautiful than snow covered, fresh cut trees??
>>This tree farm had a Christmas Shop full of gorgeous, antique decorations. Swoon!
>>>My little moochers found the cookie and hot cocoa stash;)
Lands End jacket (now 20% off); Target hat, jeans (similar from Free People, on sale) and sweatshirt (this one’s cute!); Hunter boots; ℅ Capwell and Company necklace; wearing Bare Minerals Moxie lipstick in Risk It All.
I don’t care for Thanksgiving. Why, you ask? It involves so much cooking and shopping and planning, something I don’t really enjoy. Wrestling with turkeys, the havoc of the last half hour where everything needs to be ready at the same time, then sitting down and eating everything in 20 minutes. Why is it always over so fast! You blink and everyone is sleeping on the sofa and planning shopping expeditions and fighting over $2 waffle makers at Walmart (have you SEEN that video?) Special days always seem to be chaotic for kids, too. The hustle and bustle, the knowledge that today is special and do we really have to throw a fit now? I think, for me, I fully enjoy the journey of the season and not the actual day. I don’t need Thanksgiving to be thankful. Forcing thankfulness over a large meal is not where I get my joy. I get my joy from the little moments on my life that mean more to me than Thanksgiving Day itself. Those moments that fill me up and make me feel like a vessel full to the brim, where one more drop will overflow.
Like stringing a $2 set of candy colored twinkle lights in my children’s rooms, and seeing their faces when they see the surprise.
Like sitting cross legged on an old beach towel, eating macaroni and cheese in front of a movie in the living room with my babies.
Like sledding down a hill with my kids for two hours and seeing their faces as they turn around and their eyelashes are covered in snow.
Like laughing in a car while my husband fishtails the car on our road just to make us laugh.
Like kissing a four year old little boy on his puckered up, tiny little mouth.
Like laying in the dark and hearing my daughter tell me the favorite part of her day.
Like laughing and whispering in bed with my husband, just before we fall asleep, knowing I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.
These are the moments I am thankful for, and they happen every day. Little, mini reminders of all I have and why I’m here. Moments that push me past the harried, crazy, I’m not going to make it another minute of this day, can I have some wine now?, am I really in charge reality of life.
I don’t like Thanksgiving because it doesn’t relate to what I love about life. My favorite parts, where I feel the most blessed and thankful happen in the unexpected, mundane, of the moment ways. Not on one day of the year. Not over a turkey and too much pie.
I don’t like putting pressure on one day to be the end all be all of life. It’s true for wedding days, birthdays, (remember prom?!), anything where we put all our hopes into a day that will pass too quickly. I know this sounds a little depressing, but I find as I get older that by enjoying the little moments in life and freeing up the pressure to be thankful one special day a year makes me happier, and in turn, my family happier. I can smile, and pick out Christmas tree(s!) with my family, breathing in the pine scented air and be thankful. For today.
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