1st Thanksgiving Joys

You might not think that I am a sentimental person, because in general I am not. I don't cry, ask my wife . . . well, unless I am angry; too much emotional stimulation. But I guess having children changes you a bit. Not that I cried yesterday, but as I held Serena in my arms I realized the true joy of celebrating her first major holiday. Mind you it was fleeting, but for a few seconds I was overwhelmed.

Thanksgiving over the years has lost its allure. As I have increasingly found myself separated from family as my life has followed its course, we have been tyring to find a tradition that fits us. We tried celebrating by ourselves, that was bogus, and without our families close enough, we have taken to enjoying the time with friends. The past two years, Josh Hubert in his Hubertian way has joined our dinner party and even put up with us dragging him around Huntington to meet other friends of ours. We believe this has certainly earned him the title of Uncle Josh.

So on this after thanksgiving day, there is much I am truly thankful for. As we feed Serena her first bits of solid food (rice cereal), and it simply dribbles down her chin onto her outfit, I remember I am thankful for Thanksgiving turkey and teeth. As we sit and watch television while playing shanghai rummy, I remember that I am thankful for good beer and Uncle Josh (representative of the clan we call "friends"). As we sit next to a fire that will not stay lit though Hubert is determined to stay warm, I remember I am thankful for a bed to lay my head on and a family to share it with. Oh, I must not forget, Go Cowboys!

God Bless,
Joshua