This was my first time visiting Keith’s extended family in NY. I didn’t understand a lot of what was said in their thick accents (they probably didn’t understand me either) and couldn’t remember everyone’s names. Keith’s stepdad Tom whispered in my ear with a smile, “You’ll get used to it.”
Today I’m celebrating my 15th Thanksgiving with this family. Some things have changed: Children who didn’t exist then now total 9. The grandparents are no longer with us. Others are the same, like lots of laughter and too much food.
One of the many things I’m thankful for today is the rich heritage of love we are passing on to Henry from both sides of our family. I’m thankful we have the means and opportunity to expose him to family who live both far away and closer to home. I’m thankful he is accepted just as is he.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING to all of you, wherever you are and however you are celebrating — in an intimate gathering with soft candlelight; in a large room full of raucous family; in your home with friends you call family; or alone, practicing self-care. I hope you feel loved and I hope you have peace.