Greetings from the South! It's been warm and muggy, with an occasional chilly day sprinkled in here and there for good measure. Today, we went on a walk in shorts and tees as the mosquitos buzzed hungrily around us and I thought about what a blur these last several weeks have been. Everything prior to Thanksgiving was a buildup to the occasion; me hosting both sides of our blended family.
It wasn't simply creating a menu and making food, either. It was three weeks of searching for just the right table and quite a few, "Just pick one already!"s. Hours of internet browsing went into that burlap and lace table runner alone. I don't even want to go into the salt and pepper shaker dilemma! Only then could I create a menu and work my culinary magic. It all sounds a little silly I'm sure, but Thanksgiving is my jam. It's the one time of year I can gather everyone together and fill them up, and I don't just mean with food. Over the year, we may have differences. We get busy. Life presents its own set of challenges. Several family members were in and out of the hospital this year. My mom particularly, gave us all quite a scare and ended up having to have open heart surgery almost two months ago. Sitting around the table together, we can laugh and commiserate over our individual obstacles. We can offer advice, swap recipes, give hugs and high-fives, show thankfulness. In these simple ways, I'm doing so much more than feeding them a delicious meal; I'm filling them up with love. They do the same for me, of course. And all of that love will continue to carry us through the good and the bad to come, as the years go by. THAT is why I make a big production of it.
Thanksgiving was truly perfection. Now we rush on to Christmas, I suppose. Though obviously, it's going to look a little different this year.
It still feels strange to be back here after a decade away. The hubs summed it up well when he said that it feels like we started a life here, then moved away and lived another life elsewhere. When we came back, it was almost as if everything had stood still and we were just picking it back up, albeit with kids now. For me, it's felt almost as if my "other" life-my time in the Midwest-was nothing more than a dream. How else to describe the sharp details of each person and place becoming softer and more unrecognizable as time continues on? I have the memories, but I am losing the rest. What did the air smell like? How did that hug feel? How did I pass so much time in that front yard when I rarely use the one here? Even the culture is different. I am failing to adequately describe it all, but maybe you still understand how it feels to be firmly rooted in one place with fingers outstretched toward another, acting as a tether between the two?
It's been hectic and I haven't given proper due to the immense life transitions we are in. We're building a home from scratch. Investing pockets of time and sanity now to finally settle down and plant some roots by next Fall. Landon will be in Kindergarten next year. Ry could technically start preschool then too, if we wanted. Bits subtracted here, pieces added there; a life constantly evolving. Perhaps someday I'll have a chance to really sit down and process it all. ;) Till then, we're like sharks. We simply keep moving forward.
What have you been up to lately?