Yes, I'm completely thankful for my husband and my boyz (among many other things. I could go on and on. Truly.) this holiday season.
But my favorite Thanksgiving occurred before I had either of the two mentioned above. It was 9 years ago. 1998.
Hubby and I were engaged. I was renting a condo with a roommate in Charlotte, NC and future-Hubby had gotten transferred that summer with his job, so was living in Charleston, SC (palm trees! beach!). We were 3 hours apart and were doing the long distance commute every weekend. Mostly I was the one driving down to him on Fridays after work because did I mention the beach?! AND he had a washer and dryer (which I did not), so my dirty laundry accompanied me those weekends.
That particular long Thanksgiving weekend in 1998, my friend C. (who had set Hubby and I up on our very first date) and I (and our laundry bags) road-tripped to Charleston.
C. always made fun of my "granny-driving" in my little Toyota Corolla. I remember on that road-trip, I had a brain fart and couldn't find my high beams. I instead turned on my windshield wipers, and then couldn't figure out how to turn them off. And now? I drive a Yukon XL Denali. Yep, I'm THAT driver. Scary.
Anyway, it was just the 3 of us for a Thanksgiving meal. We went all out. Hubby cooked a big turkey, I made my mom's special stuffing, C. made sweet potatoes with marshmallows and we ATE and ATE and ATE. Oh, and did I mention that we also DRANK and DRANK and DRANK?
(By the end of that long weekend, there were empty Corona cases covering an entire wall of the apartment!)
On Black Friday, I shopped (of course!). Alone. Hubby and C. played golf. Then Saturday, C. and I froze our butts off on the windy beach. Just because we could.
I look back now on those pre-children days, especially that particular weekend, with much wistfulness and fondness. I was young, with a career, living on my own, surrounded by good friends and a loving soon-to-be Hubby. I'm so thankful that I had that time in my life.