The Weinbergers: A Love Letter to Thanksgiving

Yesterday Joe and I attended our first thanksgiving of the year: our own. We decided to make our thanksgiving favorites with a bit of a different swing on them. Really it was just very simple, but we enjoyed the process of making it ourselves, sitting at our dinning table, and being the two person-two animal family that we are.

Most of my life I have loved Thanksgiving. When I say love, I mean LOVE. Even more so than Christmas (just by a bit though). I find such beauty in gathering around a dinning table with the people I love most without the pressure of presents, and being thankful for them. No matter what the circumstances in life are: we are still saved by grace, live in a country where we experience religious freedom, have our health, and of course have each other. Why wouldn't we gather and thank God for all he has given us? Of course every Thanksgiving is different. This year a chair will be empty at my family's Thanksgiving; but, rather than focus on my sadness for the loss of my Grandpa I am choosing to be thankful for the time I did have with him.

I know one the most joyous (and stressful) moments in my life will be when I host my own Thanksgiving in our home. I think about what it will look like every now and then, especially during this time of year.

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