Thanksgiving

Hands down most experiences in life with kids are magnified. (for better or for worse) :)

Somehow, holidays with my little family make me totally emotional. The kind of emotional we used to make fun of my mom for when she'd cry watching (or even hearing the theme song from) Terms of Endearment.

Our Thanksgiving was awesome!. The night before my husband took to making his traditional coconut creme pie - where he gets real coconuts, and goes outside and "axes" them open and hand peels the shavings. You'll find that I often reference the wonderful things my husband does-- from sewing the kids costumes to whipping up something fabulous in the kitchen. Yet he does these things with such a manly flare -- literally gets out the ax to break the coconuts open . . . yet I still get all misty eyed over it!

On Thanksgiving day we lounged around the house for the morning watching the Macy's Day parade (which I have never had much interest in). But this year the parade had me glued to the couch. My kids were totally into it - so we cuddled on the couch, and I cried when Super Grover came on, and when Scooby Doo came strolling down the street. I didn't cry for my own excitement to see Super Grover (no matter how cool I DO think he is). I welled up inside soaking in the holiday magic. My kids thought it was magical, and all of the sudden so many things that were magical to me when I was little were magical again for me.

I'm just so thankful to be able to do all fo the magical things for a second time, and it's even funner as a parent.

All of this emotion, not to mention the St.Jude's commercial that came on during the commerical break. Telling us all to be thankful that our kids don't have cancer. I practically had to pull a pillow over my head on that one so my kids wouldn't wonder why mommy was crying with the ugly face!