Though I feel I should be writing the perpetually bright and shiny thankful post, in this moment, where I am, it feels a little to cliché. Does that mean I'm not grateful, that I'm not thankful? The answer is entirely the opposite... because thankful is the state I've been living in lately, and it's a good place to be. A placed I've settled into that seams the moments of euphoria and frustration... and everything in between. The more I dwell here, the more I recognize how important it all is.
And even today, as my mom, my littlest little and I celebrated in the most unconventional of ways, I resided in that place. My family is split with our Great States stretched out between us, and yet for them my heart is constantly singing an anthem of gratitude.
Tonight, I'm soaking it all in.
We went sans turkey with trimmings and opted for sunset at the beach, hightailing it to the ocean to make it just as the sun was at half mast. Took our shoes off and danced our way to the shore as little legs kicked and arms flailed excitedly through the air. We dug our toes into the cold sand and watched as Brayden tried to speed-crawl, breaking his own record, in sand, no less. We rolled and laughed and wiped the remnants away when the dark sky made it just a little too chilly to stay out much longer.
And though it was a busy night at the beach, it was our own form of comfort and calm, the white noise of the ocean serving as a good enough barrier between us and fellow beach goers. It may not be the full bellies of turkey and full homes with football playing in the background comfort of Thanksgiving I crave, but in an unconventional way, it was perfect.
And for that, I'm thankful.