Thankful

A year ago at Thanksgiving, I couldn't eat a thing. I tried to eat the one thing that remotely had a taste but it didn't work. It was one of the worst days. I spent the day in bed watching re-runs of NCIS. My face hurt from radiation, my taste buds were non existent, my mouth was dry and water made me want to throw up. This Thanksgiving was wonderful. Despite a side of effect of radiation that I had to deal with, I had a great day. I made us all the favorites and I got to eat them and taste them. It is the little things in life you become thankful for after a diagnosis.

Calling

Every year my heart gets a calling... a calling to go to the Mountains. It is undeniable, I yearn to go every year. Doesn't mean I get to go but my heart is always there. The smell of the brisk air, the sound of the water, the leaves in fall, it is where I want to be one day, every day.

 

A Memory

Seeing pictures of the Thanksgiving Parade in Plymouth, brought up memories or the lack there of from last year. I don't remember much. The things I do remember are snippets of time, a flashing scene in my head that doesn't last long. I looked through photos from last year's parade and don't remember any of that day. I imagine that the snacks that were in my bag were quickly pulled out and eaten. The kids complaining and asking when the parade would start. Maddie sliding down the hill and then crawling back up on her knees, oh that girl of mine. Ha!

The year before, we were all sick with the flu and strep. That Thanksgiving parade day, I vividly remember. Mike and Milo were the only two healthy ones that day. That was to be short lived as they got sick the next day. Last year was Max's first parade. I am sure he enjoyed it. I wish I could remember his expressions and sayings that day. But that lumber jack hat of his sure was the cutest! Mike was so great in taking all the pictures. I am so thankful for that. I complain all the time that he takes too many. But this year, I am more thankful for pictures than I have ever been. They fill in the gaps, those moments I can't recall. They help to heal the void I feel at times.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oh my girl, you have more sass than sassafras. Always up for an adventure. Look at those grass stained polka dot jeans and glitter boots.