‘Tis the Friday before Thanksgiving. For the first time ever, my parents will be out of town, leaving “the kids” to celebrate on our own. Despite my ripe age of 41, this feels oddly grown up.
I will miss my parents – they are the best. At the same time, I feel excited about being with my siblings and watching all our beautiful children run around and enjoy themselves.
The energy of the holiday will be different, but I’m sure just as sacred.