I get impatient in early November.
I am so excited for holiday that is Thanksgiving at my parent’s house in Houston, I can barely contain myself. My family is the real deal when it comes to traditions. And, my family is the real deal when we are all together. It is magic.
I sit here staring at the date in the bottom right hand of my computer, as if I am sitting in Los Angeles traffic at 5:15pm on the 10 freeway. Willing it to move, move, move faster.
I shall share with you what excites me about the holiday of Turkey, Moustaches, and Thankful-ness:
+ Love. I feel so much love.
+ My sisters. There is nothing in the World that compares to the moments shared with my sisters. Nothing.
+ When I walk through the door to my Houston home, I feel a sigh of relief come straight from my Mom’s heart to my own. There is something about a child living far away that makes the holidays so special to her. It is like her puzzle is finished in that moment. I feel that.
+ And then my Dad, the life of the party at any hour. To this day, he still makes me laugh more than any human … well, ever. And you know what they say, laughter is the best medicine. Always.
+ My sweet and utmost patient boyfriend in the chaos that is my loud and louder family. He is finding his way and it steals my big heart every time.
+ My best friend of an inducted brother, Chris New joining in like he has been there forever. He does what he wants, when he wants. And, he makes the Paula Deen special Mac n’ Cheese. Oh, my brother.
+ Oh, and my Dad’s best friend from his high school days in good ol’ Indiana, Mark “Ruby” Robertson comes over with a deep fry kit and a full fireman outfit. He is jet set to deep fry the turkey! Yes, it is true and a sight to see.
+ The Movember moustache that is my Dad, Mark “Ruby” Robertson, boyfriend and brother’s upper lip (and my left index finger) is in full effect.
+ A tradtion to sake bomb the night after Thanksgiving Dinner. Who has room for sushi and sake? We do. Ready everyone: “When I say Sake, you say Bomb, SAKE….BOMB….SAKE…BOMB!” WARNING: A pre-apology to anyone and everyone at the restaurant we attend this year. Happening, Houstonians. Waiter, waiter, can you get the bill? No, not for us, for everyone else? Thanks.
+ The feast. Grateful. Period.
+ There have been rumors of a keg being ordered for this year as a new tradition. NOTE: Coors Light, you are welcome, Dad. Never going to grow up at this Thanksgiving. I see Keg stands in our near future. How old are we? #glorydays
+ And that moment when we are all sitting down at dinner. My Mom calls for someone to say Grace. We all hold hands around the table, give thanks and feel love.
My heart beats for the holidays. Bring it on, Thanksgiving!
Rock your traditions for any holiday and if you can, add a SAKE BOMB in there!