Thanksgiving is my family’s holiday. It’s usually tucked between two birthdays, and earlier in the month is someone’s anniversary. No other in-laws wanted to claim it for holiday get-togethering, so it’s forever ours.
Reflecting on the first Thanksgiving I ever hosted (which was yesterday), I have so much to be thankful for. I believe that holidays, big life events, and sometimes those times you just invite others over, the biggest gift it just showing up. I just want to see family and friends – to share in food, laughter, and storytelling – and I am lucky to receive it. I have family and friends who show up. Now, we can’t always make everything, and that’s totally reasonable, but I always have a solid group of people I love who show up. Whether they’re only 20 minutes away or 4 hours away, they get here. It’s incredible. That’s a gift.
What’s even more incredible is that nobody comes empty-handed or without an offer to help once they’re here. Because it was our first Thanksgiving to host, we invited everyone to bring a side or a beverage. Needless to say, we had a feast and now an entire fridge of leftovers that I will sharing with those who are still around. I am so grateful for how generous people are – in time, cooking skills, in necessary objects (such as multiple folding tables and chairs that we do not own in our 1-bedroom apartment but couldn’t host without), in dish-washing abilities, in furniture rearranging, and for their words.
I hope to take this lesson and hold it in my heart for more than just Thanksgivings to come. I hope this makes me a better friend, family, and guest for when I show up to other’s events.
So thank you. For everything.