Happy Thanksgiving! Literally, my favorite day of the year. Feels weird to be in town though. Preston is still pouting because we didn’t make it to the beach. He is so me. I am not upset, since I’ve spent the past few weekends at the beach. Especially since we got to see the lights at James Island!

JP feels better. Thank you, Lord! I’m proud of how he’s handled his illness this week. Thank you, Lexapro. He most definitely will never touch alcohol. He’s had a horrific cough. I called a friend a few nights ago and asked him to make JP a “cough suppressant,” if you know what I mean. << wink>> It took me almost an entire hour to get him to drink ONE ounce of the whiskey/honey/lemon mixture.

Today started in the best possible way. I got to sleep in. Like, I didn’t get out of bed until almost ten. Felt sooooo good. We didn’t plan a meal because we’re celebrating Thanksgiving with dad’s side of the family tomorrow at Allyson’s house. Today looks a lot like lounging in pjs, Macy’s Parade, reading, driving to see Christmas lights and maybe walking thru downtown.

Restful.

Thankful.

This crazy family of mine is really something special. We get so much wrong. We’re messy, undomesticated, loud, and probably unhealthily bonded. (A lifetime of trauma will do that to you, I guess). Not a day goes by that we don’t get on each other’s nerves. Sometimes not an hour goes by that we don’t get on each other’s nerves.

But.

The love we hold and carry for one another is unmatched.

So, as I sit here in a (cess)pool of unmedicated, hormonal feelings, I’m overwhelmed with thankfulness for all the things (and people) I never knew I needed, in a season of life I didn’t expect.

Thank you, Lord.

This life I didn’t plan for hasn’t turned out so bad.

Happy Thanksgiving, friends!