Thanksgiving is next week.
Can someone please explain to me where 2012 went?
An epic year.
A growing year.
Next week, on Thursday to be exact, Mr. Husband and I will be making a stand for ourselves. For our relationship. For our tiny little family that consists of the two of us and two little furkids.
I lie, actually. That stand actually happened back in May. Memorial day weekend, to be exact. If you’ve been a follower for some time, you know our relationship hasn’t exactly been the easiest. We’ve had some very, very low lows due to some outside forces doing everything in their power to be sure we didn’t end up together. That weekend, I spoke up. I defended. I told the truth. We walked away from that life.
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When I was seventeen, I had a different kind of dream about all of this. The holidays, I mean. Marriage, even. I had this vision that somehow everything everything would just settle in. I hoped and prayed that by this point in our lives we’d spend the holidays happily split between both families. Or, or. If I’m being totally honest here, I really truly believed that somehow we’d all spend the holidays together. His family and mine. And all the other crazy members that make up my insanely large, overwhelming loud family.
We’re not there.
We will never be there.
A growing year, indeed, my friends.
This year I realized home is here. Wherever my tiny little family is. Where my husband is. We’ve moved every single year we’ve been married. Some years, more than once. I kept grasping–trying to make the place home. I kept wanting to go back home, meaning my parents’ house.
I’ve learned so much about myself this year. About my friendships. About family and about home. I am where I hoped I’d be when I was seventeen–married to this man.
And next Thursday, Mr. Husband and I will sit down at our dining room table for our Thanksgiving dinner for the first time. In years past, we’ve spent them in a rush. Sometimes in tears. Usually in the car, hustle and bustling trying to make sure we make everyone happy. Last Thanksgiving it hit me. We’re trying so hard to make everyone else happy…are we? The last day of our visit started with me standing at the end of a driveway awaiting rescue and ended with Mr. Husband and I hardly speaking the two hour drive home because what was there to say? It is what it is.
Wrong. Growth. Change.
I know when you’re married that it can be extremely tough to navigate both families. Especially if there is any animosity. I also know how horrifyingly hard it can be to speak up and make a change. For years it was just so much easier to appease everyone else and deal with the mess at home.
That is not okay.
On the day we said I do
our priorities changed.
On the day we said I do,
our road merged into one.
A new path.
our road merged into one.
A new path.
What a great realization. I hope your first Thanksgiving is fabulous.
I hope you guys enjoy your first Thanksgiving alone. It is hard to balance between families… last year – ha. We were living in a HUGE house and invited my whole family and his whole family to have Thanksgiving at our house, because we had the room and didn't want to choose sides. His parents told us no, and rented a beach-house for the week instead. And we HAD to go. It sucked. Do what makes you happy . Period.