Now, things are changing. No longer is it one big family party, we are breaking into our immediate family groups because honestly, we're getting huge. It's just different to not see all of my cousins and aunts and uncles. I guess it's an inevitable change but it's had me thinking back on the old days quite a bit this holiday. I couldn't help but think about all of the Thanksgivings of the past. Because my families are in the same area, we'd have the thanksgiving meal at one grandparent's home and pie at the other, every year. I can still picture the scene.
I know that I grew up in a really unique way. Not everyone I know grows up with their extended family and sees them on a regular basis. It was a good childhood.
I have to admit though, this was one of the most pleasant holidays I can remember. Ever. And that's saying something with a two year old. We celebrated Thanksgiving with Heber's family. For the first holiday in all the eight years we've been married, no one threw up, started bleeding or got hurt. This is significant folks. We just have bad luck, it seems. This year was so nice though. We partook of a beautiful meal, we talked and laughed together. The kids played well together and we all enjoyed the holiday.
In the evening, we drove out to be with my family. Usually we don't try to fit in two families on one holiday but since it's our first since moving to Utah, we decided to make it work. We had another lovely meal and spent time with my sister's family and an Uncle. The pies were to die for. My mom really has a gift.
Oh, and we didn't take hardly any pictures, shoot.
Part of me missed the big family holiday and part of me just really enjoyed spending time with my immediate family and really being able to talk.
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