If you’re like me, four days of Thanksgiving is never quite enough. That is why I made it a point to blog about a few specific topics prior to the Grand Day; I always end up so wrapped up in getting my family from here to there, soaking up every last moment that I sometimes forget to take stock in what I am so blessed by. And since I did not find myself near my computer, or have any great length of time to even consider it, I thought I’d share a few highlights of what is always the shortest long weekend of the year:
Thursday: We set out from Midlothian, Virginia to Manassas, Virginia just after lunch. A two-hour jaunt north and west, we settled on the urban setting of my wife’s aunt’s house. Having described that here before, this year’s iteration can only be described as meeting its billing. There were 40 people in attendance for the first time since I’ve been going (my 10th year). Of these 40, 10 were 7 years of age or younger. In the society we live in, where having children is often put on hold to achieve more individual accomplishments, it is a feat in-and-of-itself to be a part of a family so devoted to its proliferation. My two toddlers were enraptured by their older cousins. They played “lava and forest”, blocks, trains, zoo and countless other games I didn’t even come into contact with for the fact that they were so seemingly independent. My wife and I got the distinct pleasure, which before this year was but a memory, of having conversations last more than three minutes at a time. We had oysters and appetizers of all shapes and sizes. Gathered with some cousins we hadn’t seen in years. We got a chance to take a picture together! Of all the holiday photos we have of family, we never seem to be on the same side of the room. In all, an amazing day where we were blessed to be around some of those for whom we have so much love.
Friday: Having driven up to Maryland to my in-laws’ after the featured Thanksgiving festivities, we ventured down to Old Ellicott City, a place both my wife and myself have so many fond memories. Our first kiss, first admission of love, wedding photos and time spent with great friends all reside here. We took our children, along with my mother and father-in-law, two sisters-in-law and one of their boyfriend’s to the B&O Railroad Museum. After spending time immersed in model train gardens, former B&O rail cars and cabooses and several sightings of Thomas, we did a bit of browsing in the many stores along Main Street. My son, having been a model citizen in a very difficult place: an antique shop, earned himself an old fire engine. The lights and sirens even work (when I allow the batteries to be engaged)! We had lunch together before the men took the children back home, so the ladies could shop. After putting the kids down for a nap, we treated ourselves to football and basketball on television. I’m the only husband to my father-in-law’s three daughters, so having Theresa’s boyfriend, Mark, there was fun to expand the group with. Friday night featured the boys’ bonfire. My two brothers-in-law, two of their cousins, myself and a few other friends make up a group of guys who I fondly share many of my life’s accomplishments. Theirs is the brotherhood I am most invested in. It was a fantastic night. We lit stuff on fire, kept ourselves warm, caught up and told lies about all manner of topics for the better part of four hours. It was everything I had hoped for.
Saturday: On the road again, we found ourselves bound for Lake Anna, Virginia. My parent’s place and the location of our second Thanksgiving Feast. This year, my brother and sister held their own feast in Charlotte, North Carolina. They were sorely missed, but we did not let it alter our dedication to fun and being together. My children love to fish. Their version of fishing is rigging a worm to a hook, dropping the line straight down and waiting for the small bass and rainbow trout to engorge themselves. We have a small aquarium we fill with water, and by the end of each venture, the aquarium is to capacity. They all go back in, with sore mouths and the inability to resist the worm the next day. I often wonder how many times each of them has been caught. My children are in their element, delighting in each catch, demanding by the urgency of their voice that each fish be carefully examined by however many adults happen to be down on the dock in supervision. It is an amazing time.
Sunday: More of the same as we wake up and desperately hold on to what remains of the holiday weekend. Fishing brings similar success. The kids wake to a letter from the North Pole. All the while my infant daughter has done nothing but coo and smile and accept whatever busy fate befalls her. She has the roundest, cutest face, and opens her mouth as wide as her lips allow her in expression of a smile. She’ll often talk back in short bursts of sounds – most frequently when her older sister is at the other end of the exchange. We have our challenges, like any other family. But we determine to set out to defeat them every day, as best we can, through reliance upon one another and a willful eye towards the magic our children provide. We lean upon one another to overcome the bad days, the individual shortcomings and the speed-bumps that lie ahead. And we face our future knowing how Great God must Be if He’s already given us this much for which to be thankful.
Yours in the Pursuit of Happiness,