I feel weird.
I am not cooking, nor am I hosting my big, fat, Cuban family for Thanksgiving this year.
The hostess honor falls to my sister, Alina who, I should just add right here, is a wonderful hostess with a much, much bigger house, but that's not important right now.
And we Darbys are going to dine with Eric's family, which I'm really looking forward to since my mother-in-law is a fabulous (!!) cook.
But still… I feel weird.
I don't have to do a thing.
It's a weird feeling. Because usually I'm doing so much.
No last minute shopping!
No cleaning frenzy!
No moving furniture into other rooms!!!! (=D)
No centerpieces or placeholders!
No cleaning up for hours afterward!
I don't have to do a thing!
I get to show up and relax and totally enjoy my time with my family and remember how blessed I am and that I lead a charmed life. And I don't want to ever take that for granted.
And, yes, it's weird for me. But I'm REALLY, REALLY grateful. 😉
Happy Thanksgiving, Everyone!
And may God richly bless you.