So Thanksgiving is officially over for me and my family. It was simply divine. I love my family more than anything else on earth. I love spending time with them and all the craziness that usually results. Here are just a few reasons why I love my family:
1) My mom is one of 6 kids and all but 2 live here in Colorado. We all live within about 15 minutes of each other. We had and 18 person Thanksgiving feast today and we were missing some people (this was one of our smaller years) and that's just my mom's immediate family- minus my brother who I miss dearly because he is in England
2) My family is loud, and for those of you that know me, I'm sure you will realize that the apple does not fall far from the tree
3) Since my family is loud, we all feel that we must speak louder to be heard. However, most of the time, we can't hear each other, so conversations will usually spiral out of control and very loudly too. For instance:
Uncle Randy: Hey, Alex (other unmarried uncle) When are you going to get a girlfriend?
Aunt Stephanie: Alex has a girlfriend?!?
Uncle Randy: (Jokingly) Yeah, isn't her name Hilga?
My Mom: Alex has a German Girlfriend named Hilga?!?!?
Aunt Connie: Who's going to Germany?
Grandma: We can't go to Germany! We don't have the money!!!!
Grandpa: I'm not going to Germany You can't make me!!!!
My Dad (quite possibly the only sensible one in the whole group): Everybody Calm Down! Alex doesn't have a German Girlfriend, Her name is not Hilga, and Calm down Grandma and Grandpa, we're not going to make you go to Germany!
I do not lie about the previous exmple it happened today at dinner.
4) Sitting around after everybody is stuffed while everyone watches the football game, except for my Grandpa and Uncle Randy, who fall asleep about 2 minutes after sitting down. God bless Tryptophan
5) Once they wake up, and we've all digested for at least a little bit, we eat my mom's homemade pumpkin pie (best in the world) and we exchange stories that we all know by heart because we exchange them every Thanksgiving. But they're fun stories, about how my mom and aunts and uncles were so bad when they were kids and the funny things they did. Stories like how my Uncle Randy burned down an entire field once because he was trying to scare a lady that was mowing her grass by throwing firecrakcers, but how once the field caught fire, he called the fire department, and they gave him an award for being so brave and such a good citizen.
Thanksgiving is probably the most comforting time of the year for me. Those are just a few reasons why I think my family, as crazy and loud and unrefined as they are the greatest blessing that God has ever given to me. Happy Thanksgiving Everyone, and I hope that you all will realize what an amazing blessing your family is, no matter how they may act.
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