At first I was iffy as to whether I would make it or not, but where there is a will there is a way. Therefore, I leave for NYC on Monday. He had set the plans in stone even before he was sure of my intent. Maybe he just knew that I would be able to manage it. Low and behold I did.
His mom, as of yesterday, already bought the bird which we will pick up on the day before. The day "of" will see us all working in the kitchen. However, I think we will leave him to the potato peeling. Actually, he is best on the couch while the women work.
Why am I thankful?
I am thankful that he is who he is even when I want to kill him (which is one third of the time).
I am thankful that he is honest even when honesty hurts (one or both of us).
I am thankful that he finally found out the day we met even down to the time (that was very special).
I am thankful that he can deal with my Roger Rabbit on crack personality.
I am thankful he laughs at my wha wha baby tizzy fits.
I am thankful that he started teaching me martial arts (FINALLY).
I am thankful that he has learned some Mohawk words.
I am thankful that he shows how he feels about me in the round about way he does things.
I am thankful for all the first time events we shared.
I am thankful for all the first time events he gave me.
I am thankful for his open mind.
I am thankful that I can tell him anything and everything.
I am thankful for his art (graphics, ink, and paint).
I am thankful for his eye (photography, graphics, ink, and paint).
I am thankful for his childlike manner.
I am thankful for his manly manner.
I am thankful he remembers.
I am thankful that he thinks about me.
I am thankful that we are still together.
I am thankful that when I am with him, I feel like a kid.
I am thankful that he does not care that I curse like a sailor.
I am thankful that he does not mind when I pounce on him.
I am thankful that he likes to play fight with me (even though we have both drawn blood).
Aw hell, I am just thankful I met him! ~ Maggie ~ Nov. 16, 2011 @ 9:49 p.m. EST
Regarding the picture, it is of my family. Now you know why I don't celebrate. Center stage: my great great grandfather. The woman with him is my great great grandmother. The children are: my grand aunt to his right and my grandfather to his left. The man standing on the far left is my great grandfather (an in-law to the two in front) and the woman to his right is my great grandmother (daughter to the couple in the center).
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