Thanksgiving was full of food, and of John's family, and a few of my chosen family as well. Good food was had and at the end of the day I am loved, this is what the day is for.
Tonight as I get ready to go to sleep, though, I miss my family. I miss my Dad, I miss my mom. I miss being able to laugh with my sister.
I miss Oma and Opa. I miss Aunt Anna May. I miss Gramma Lona, so much, still.
I wish that I could tell you all about Bellingham, about my family here, about my husband and my life and all the things I am planning. I wish you could see me, see what I'm doing... you would be so proud of me.
Gramma, I ate turkey skin today and couldn't stop thinking of you. I never can, at Thanksgiving and Christmas. Oma, a woman in my shop was wearing your perfume this week, and my chest ached.
I am going to tell my husband when he comes home how much I love him, and then crash out. (He decided to go see a movie with his boys.) Tomorrow is going to come early.
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