What would Thanksgiving be without awkward family gatherings, way too much turkey, and then when you thought you had absolutely no room left, a whopping piece of pumpkin pie to top it all off?
It’s a holiday that’s filled with thankfulness, great food, equally great good or bad company—depending on your family dynamic—and new memories to add to your ‘good times with the #fambam’ collection.
The past few years I’ve begun looking forward to Thanksgiving more and more, and as much as I love my pumpkin pie and deep-fried turkey these two lovely holiday perks aren’t the main cause for my excitement. The part of Thanksgiving I look most forward to is my semi-new family tradition that began just 5 short years ago. One that I was there to see come to life from the very beginning, and one of the first ongoing family traditions on my dad’s side I’ve ever had.
My family, as non-sentimental yet wonderful as they are, have never been huge on traditions. Sure, we celebrate the holidays and there have always been things like a great spread of a meal; the family getting together, and even pie and presents and things like that. But when it comes to carrying on an ongoing tradition year after year, well, we’ve all sort of dropped the ball on that one.
This year, however, we celebrated the 5th and largest consecutive Thanksgiving at my Dad and Stepmoms lake house in southern Texas.
There was not only one but TWO deep fried turkey’s, lots of fishing, plenty of wine and delicious food to enjoy, and of course football, football, football. Even though I’m not a huge football fan per se (I.e. not at all), the simplicity of having my family together left me feeling extra thankful as I soaked up the ambiance and partially partook in the football watching this year.
As we’ve continued this tradition year after year, I’m proud to say we’ve had quite the variety of attendees. There’ve been college friends and army friends, stepfamily members and related family members, and even on one especially rare occasion, my brother-in-law who was flying through El Paso before getting deployed.
We’ve even had different dogs join in over the years, 2 of which are just additional members of the family. The first being a lab mix named Addie, and the second is a miniature pinscher named Holly. Here are some adorable photos of each:
We also had a snake stop by this year that wanted in on the party. He wasn’t necessarily invited, though, so my dad went after him with a shovel.
Anyway, I look forward to what the years ahead may bring and to see who else may ‘stop in’ to join us on our thanksgivings at the lake. Maybe we’ll have guests who are faraway family members or farther away friends. Maybe we’ll have more pet dogs or even….in time… a cat? Maybe one day there could even be some little kiddos running around… (*cough cough, sister, I’m talking to you) … or something like that.
Who’s to say and who’s to know what the future may bring. But what I do know is that as long as I’m willing and able I’ll be spending my Thanksgivings out at the lake, wineglass in hand, family surrounding me, football on the TV and a piece of pie waiting patiently for me in the fridge. This tradition has certainly become some of The Good Stuff in my life, and it’s just another thing that leaves me feeling extra thankful each Thanksgiving.
So, how about you? Do you have a Thanksgiving tradition? And more importantly…if you do, does it involve a deep-fried turkey or your favorite kind of pie?