This past Thursday was a special day for my family and (hopefully) everyone else celebrating Thanksgiving. I had a huge feast with my parents and two of my four siblings. The grand dining room table was covered in some of my favorite foods: turkey, rolls with a lot of butter, mashed potatoes, and cooked carrots. It was probably one of the greatest meals in history.
The day before, Dad, my sister Meredith, and I packed up to drive to Salt Lake for the annual dinner my grandmother holds every year for my father's side of the family. There has not been one year where I haven't gone to the dinner. I am always so used to walking into Grandma's mansion and seeing the kids' table in the living room and the adults' table in the dining room. There are name tags set up in front of every platter, each individually written for every person in the family.
The three of us were very excited to once again go to the dinner, for we all were anxious to see our family after a few months, but as we went farther down the highway, we began to go slower and slower until we were driving only 30 miles per hour. The icy roads had slowed everyone down; Dad groaned in frustration. It wasn't until we were two hours into the trip that we realized we wouldn't make it until 8:00. So we pulled into a small town called Wendell, grabbed some lunch, and turned around. Though we were disappointed we wouldn't get to experience the gourmet meal Grandma always prepared, we also knew it wasn't worth it to drive seven hours to Salt Lake and then come back home the next day.
Thanksgiving day was even better now that we were home. This was my first year not being in Utah. We ate a meal that was identical to Grandma's, made by my lovely mother. It was even better since we had Tanner and Mom with us for the special occasion. We ate until we felt sick and had a Scrabble tournament (we are the masters at that game, let me tell you). Then we went to a movie called The Next Three Days. Russell Crowe is the main character, and he plays a father whose wife is accused of murder and is put in prison innocently. He has to risk his whole life to free her from lifelong captivity. It's an intense show; I strongly recommend it.
Now back to the point of the post, shall we?
I have so many things to be thankful for. If I was asked to name everything, it would take days to finish off the list. Literally, I don't think I could be any happier than I am now. To prove it, I'll post some of my gratitude list on here.
I Am Thankful For...
- the Internet
- slippers
- lazy days
- the sun
- Snuggies
- a body built to play basketball
- my chance to come to Earth
- shoes
- my family
- older siblings
- wise parents
- guidance
- jackets
- snow on the ground
- Christmas
- TV
- breaks from school
- teachers
- a personality of my own
- this blog
- capability of choosing right from wrong
- Nike
- my bedroom
- water
- Pepsi
- the challenges in life
- my height
- friends (and lots of them!)
- bikes
- laughter
- little kids
- swings on a playground
- the moon
- Meegan- if you hadn't come to Parker's rescue, he'd be desperate for love by now!
- music
- orthodontists (no matter how much pain they put you through)
- life lessons
- the world
- Cooper
- the mall
- hardwood floors to slide on
- hickey bobbing in the winter
- the church
- an older sister
- three football-playing brothers
- time
- cruise control
- school (no matter how boring it is)
- junk food
- movies
- the night time
- BYU
- loyal neighbors
I have so much more, but I think I should stop now before I can't stop writing. I just think that I should take more advantage of what I have instead of wasting my time wishing for things other people have. I have so much to live for; why should I use all of my time here fretting about boys and drama and all the other time-wasting things? I ask myself this question all the time, but I don't have an answer for it.
Honestly, I really don't think I ever will have an answer.
♥ Abigail ♥
P.S. My birthday is on Saturday!
P.P.S. Happy late birthday to Parker! 26 years already?!
