Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. It's my favorite holiday of the year! I love sitting around the table with family and friends, I love prepping for the meal, laughing in the kitchen. I love the silly things my siblings and I do to avoid that prep, including random games of tag (usually turning into tackle) football in the front yard.
Two years ago, Mr. C and his parents came to my family's house for Thanksgiving and it was great getting to spend a holiday with him, FMIL, and FFIL. It was our first time spending a holiday together (of the Big Two: Thanksgiving and Christmas. We've spent many an Easter, 4th of July, and Groundhog Day together).
But this year, things are different. This year, we are engaged. Which means no more splitting up for holidays (at least that is what it means for us...everybody does it differently!)
Which leaves me feeling a little like this:
Not because I'm worried about becoming the Thanksgiving feast, as this turkey surely is, but because this will be my first Thanksgiving not spent with my family. Even the fall semester I spent abroad, both parents and sibs made it across the pond, and we shared a lovely Italian meal as our Thanksgiving feast.
I love Mr. C. I love his family. But that doesn't mean I'm not going to be sad to be away from my family. It means different traditions, different food, and no one to tackle in the front yard to avoid clean up.
I am looking forward to this new chapter in Mr. C and I's relationship, we are becoming our own family! We are going to make our own traditions!
But please, give a me a moment to mourn MY family and MY traditions. Because I think this is part of this whole getting-married journey. Losing the MY and loving the OUR.
This year, its OUR first holiday. And I will love it. I will just ache a bit for what was mine.