I went about my morning preparing some simple, nostalgic Thanksgiving dishes. Every second was easy with no distractions, no noise, no one trying to steal any food in the process or stop me from my work because I was wondering why it was so quiet all of a sudden. In those memories, did I sometimes get aggravated? Yes. Did I wish I could just get everything ready in peace and, “FOR GOODNESS SAKE, STOP TAKING THE BACON!”?
Yes. But ask me which Thanksgiving I like best. Do I prefer the quiet, or do I wish I had all the distractions? I would take those distractions over this silence any day. Be grateful for the crazy, the stolen food, the noise. Enjoy the beautiful chaos of life because it’s so incredibly obvious when it’s gone. Happy Thanksgiving friends and family. Love each other and let go of the small frustrations. They’re memories worth having
