just don't be silent

I don't care for this holiday much.
Don't take offense to that. Let me talk.

Spend time with family and friends. Enjoy the parade/dog show/football. Bump into every family member cause you're all crammed into a tiny house. Cook cook cook all morning long until the last dish is set on the table. Then eat till you drop. Men clean up the kitchen while the women look through all the black Friday adds. Laugh and love.
Your basics of a typical Thanksgiving.

But for me. This day is different. It used to be the most comforting and joy filled day of the year. It used to be exactly what I just described, but much more. It used to be perfect.

My Nanny made sure it was that way.

I am thankful.
Thankful to have had such a strong woman in my life.
Thankful that she showed me what loving without conditions means.
Grateful that I have the memories deep in my heart to hold on to... particularly on this certain day.


I'm not a fan of this holiday.
Because I believe we shouldn't just express our gratitude just one day a year.
Voice it always.. especially before the moment passes you by.

Though my heart is hurting, along with the rest of my family- I don't want to dwell on the heartache.
I want to savor the memories...
Walking past the kitchen, catching a glimpse of her working over the stove. Clearing off the table and her being the last one to finish eating. Her picking the turkey, because no one could do it half as good.
Cringing playing Trouble with her; trying to avoid the tap tap tap! that was going to happen.
Sitting on her lap, feeling completely safe and secure.
Hearing her sweet laughter...

I miss you extremely Nanny.

"My love and heart will be with you always"