I did a bit of complaining this year over our Thanksgiving. I thought it was going to be my year to host for the first time ever...but, no. It could have been, but I didn't want to disappoint my in-laws....so we had it at the "clubhouse" in the new community they moved into last spring. We ate in a big room with old people we didn't know. Brady and his cousins sat at a different table from us with Grandma and Grandpa. When it was our turn to go through the line to get dinner, the mash potatoes were gone...the thing Brady was looking forward to the most. Later, Grandma had a hard time relaxing after dinner because the kids were noisy, so we left. And, I didn't get one picture. So, I complained to Eric much of the day about Thanksgiving not being so great. It didn't feel all warm and cozy...sitting around laughing and talking and making memories. My mom reminded me that my time will come one day to have Thanksgiving at my house...the way I imagine it to be. My expectations are often so high for these family times...that when things don't go perfectly, I am left feeling so disappointed. After all of my boo-hooing, I realized that Thanksgiving isn't really about whose house we eat at or what food is being served. Thanksgiving is about the gratitude we have for our blessings each and every day of the year. I plan to remember this next year on Thanksgiving no matter what the situation. I have so much to be thankful for.