It's Me, Sara Louise

Today will be my seventh Thanksgiving outside of the U.S.
I love Thanksgiving. Of all the holidays, I love it the most. It’s the warmest, happiest, fuzziest, fun time. And it’s not wrapped in a big, red, commercial bow like Christmas. It’s all about family, friends, and food.

Plus, since my grandmother was a Wampanoag Indian (the original Thanksgiving Native American), I feel that it’s my holiday. Thanksgiving is my 1/4 birthright, the way St.Patrick’s Day is my 1/2 birthright (I’ve got GOOD holidays flowing through my veins). And it’s my duty to celebrate in anyway I can, even thousands of miles away and with people who don’t know Thanksgiving from Columbus Day, I must.

But no matter what I cook today, and who comes over to eat with me, and how much I turn us saying what we’re thankful for into a drinking game, it’s not the same.

And since I am feeling a bit blah because I miss home today more than any other day, and I miss my friends, my Dad, and college football, and the whole Thanksgiving kit and kaboodle, I’m making a list of what I’m thankful for today:

The Husband (kind of an obvious). Last night he brought me home doughnuts stuffed with Nutella. Now I’m not normally a chocolate person, but fried dough oozing Nutella! Sweet Georgia Brown that’s good stuff!

Fifty (when he’s being good, and, calm and not licking). I’m listening to him snore right now and it cracks me up.

My new French tutor Sophie. Bless her.

Skype and my friends who Skype me.

Lapins Cretin. I’m loving these little guys.

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But something I’m not thankful for:

North Korea being buttheads and bombing South Korea. Not cool.