Thanksgiving was a quiet one. We all felt like it was a Rest Day, so none of us did anything until noon. I labored over a gift I was making for a friend for a solid couple hours. Mom and I went on a run (it was 32 degrees, so don't bother asking why we did it. I thought we were crazy)

I was browsing through Instagram today, seeing everyone's table spreads of pies and yams and turkeys. And in spite of myself I compared my own family's slapdash dinner plans with everyone else's perfect ones. Everyone else's houses looked so festive. Mine was just. . .like it always looks. Everyone else made pies! and more pies! stuffing! potatoes! We had salad, roast chicken and rice. Everyone had on their Sunday best. I didn't feel like getting out of my sweatpants.


And then, feeling like such a hypocrite because HELLO I'M OVER HERE ON THE INTERNET WRITING THANKFULNESS POSTS EVERY WEEK, I decided to write about it to let ya'll know that Keira does in fact forget the reason why she's here and breathing: to make a difference and give thanks

It would be, again, hypocritical for me to write: Thanksgiving isn't about the fancy decor or the freakin food, or anything else. It's about gratitude. About realizing that oh my goodness the blessings I receive everyday are too much it humbles me to bow and say, "thanks Father; You're amazing."

But okay, I just did write that. And it's a true and necessary reminder I need.

On a sticky note for next year will be the following instructions:
= don't go on Instagram.
= enjoy your family.
= enjoy your surroundings.
= give thanks.

However simple, the Anderson family
Thanksgiving was just what it needed to be.
g'night, friends.
k.