With the exception of one, every Thanksgiving, my mom and I have traveled to South Texas (where she is from) to spend the holiday with my grandparents and my grandmother’s family. Unfortunately she passed away over a decade ago, but we still gather together to celebrate.
The comfort in my family and our rituals is one of the things I have been most thankful for my whole life.
So, if you’re curious to know the simple side of me, here’s a list of the things I love about this holiday:
- Catching up with Mom on the drive down south
- Being hugged by the most solid man on earth, my Papa
- Watching Jerry and Joy fight for the kitchen
- Preparing my Memaw’s famous German Chocolate Cake for the next day
- Watching Papa prepare the ham and mix up his famous sweet sauce (he could make millions if he put it in a jar and sold it)
- Playing Mexican Train and watching Papa squirm when a blank hits the table
- Reuniting with family I haven’t seen for exactly one year (this has now changed to asking each other questions from Facebook posts)
- Anticipating and enjoying the same signature dishes everyone makes
- Jokes about how Mom always brings the paper goods
- Hootin’ and hollerin’ while we plav dice after the feast
- Falling asleep on the floor amongst my snoring uncles pretending to watch football