The Wednesday before Thanksgiving has often been my favorite day of the year. I love the years when we've done the travel on Tuesday, and on Wednesday, we can have mixes of relaxing and getting ready for the Thanksgiving feast. I have such great memories of Thanksgiving Wednesdays of past years, when I was surrounded by children who are so happy to with the larger family (more people to read the favorite books or play games).
Our Thanksgiving break this year will be different: different travel plans, different destinations, time with my spouse's family, not my family. I feel fortunate that I have almost as many years being part of my spouse's family as with my family of origin, so I'm happy to spend time with them. There's always the melancholy tinge that comes with knowing that we're all getting older. We don't have unlimited time in the future to be together.
It was always an illusion, though, the idea that we would have countless holidays together. So in many ways, I welcome the bittersweet insight, the chance to cherish the chance to be together in a way that I haven't always.
This blog post has been interrupted by packing, and now it's time to bring it to a close. I should go get a walk in before the various activities start. The weather in the coming days is unsettled, and I'm not sure what our vacation rhythms will be. But I never regret going for a walk.
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