Thanksgiving 2012. I had returned from my 10-month stint in Ireland just a few weeks before and a few days after that, my mom had surgery for breast cancer. Because she was still recovering on Thanksgiving day, this meant that my sisters and I took charge of the meal while my mom “politely” shouted instructions from her living room recliner. Nothing got burnt and we even had an edible turkey.
Thanksgivings 2013, 2014 and 2015 were spent in Mexico. Since Thanksgiving isn’t a holiday in Mexico, sadly, I never had time off work and could never justify another trip home so close to Christmas. Spent in Mexico, Thanksgiving almost felt like any other day. Until I would remember what my family was doing and eating back at home and how Thanksgiving is one of my very favorite days and I had nothing to do with it because I wasn’t there. There are lots of things I didn’t consider before moving to Mexico, and missing American holidays was one of them.
This year, though, is a little different. My job is a little more flexible, and because I was already making a November trip to Texas for a doctor’s appointment, Carlos wholeheartedly encouraged me to stay long enough to spend Thanksgiving with my family. He’s really understanding like that.
So, I’ve spent Thanksgiving 2016 in Texas for the first time since 2012. I made pumpkin pies (for the first time!) last night, and this morning I helped my mom whip up three casseroles. We brought everything over to my aunt’s house and ate with her, my grandma, and cousins. Even though I’ve had a poultry aversion since week 6 of pregnancy, I managed to eat a little bit of turkey. I didn’t have trouble eating anything else, and especially enjoyed my mom’s green bean casserole. Oh, and I’m currently on my 2nd Hallmark movie. It’s been a great day.
“Now to him who is able to do far more abundantly than all that we ask or think…”
…thank you (Eph. 3:20).