Today I am thankful for memories of Thanksgiving pasts.
The other day, dad and I were driving home from shopping for Thanksgiving dinner, talking about how Thanksgiving weekend used to be.
For as long as I can remember, Thanksgiving was at my Grandparents.
We would leave Wednesday after school and come home Sunday afternoon.
Thanksgiving morning, we were always told that we were on our own for breakfast but every year we would wake up to donuts.
The day was spent helping Grandma cook, eating the stuffing as the turkey cooked (and getting yelled at for it), waiting in line for the bathroom and just hanging out.
When it came time to dinner everyone's place was set and we sat down to eat.
When I was younger, there was the kids table and the adult table.
However as I got older and the family grew, the teenagers/ young adults who were between the kids table and adult table ate their dinner in the living room. (Which means it took longer to make it to the adult table.)
The rest of the day was spent cleaning, napping, storytelling, and talking about where the Christmas decorations were going to go up on Friday.