You won't know it's a dangerous thing until you get up on Monday morning with your regular life staring you in the face. Suddenly your regular life doesn't seem fair. (And then you curse Paris Hilton because her regular life looks like your holiday life. Plus, she's skinny.)
It was so good to be with almost everybody (missed you, Ashley!). We spent a couple of days with Ryan's family and then we joined my family up at a cabin where we all stayed together for a few days. We walked in the door and I swear I didn't see my kids again until we loaded in the car to head to the airport. They were swallowed up in cousins.
Today I worked and worked and worked (with more work to go) and found myself missing my Thanksgiving Vacation life, so I'm going to take a minute and live vicariously through my memories.
Some things I don't want to forget in no particular order:
The fluffiness of the biscuits at Ruth's Diner.
When my niece Leslie said, "It smells like burps out here." (And it did!)
Shopping with the girls.
Sitting up late talking in the hotel lobby with Val and Heidi and girls.
How funny and cute my kids look going through airport security.
Sitting on the couch talking with my dad.
Taking a nap in the middle of the day.
Taste-testing popcorn and hot chocolate.
Seeing Christian as an adolescent for the first time.
The background sound of my brothers playing guitar.
The family talent show and my nephew Sam's amazing, manly voice.
My nephew Christopher--everything about him.
Max playing with his cousin Ben from sun up until sun down.
Preparing our Thanksgiving meal with everybody.
Driving down the canyon to see my parent's new house.
Listening to James read my bookus (think fetus) to some of the group.
Taking a family picture at Silver Lake, one of my favorite places on earth.
Max making funny faces in the pictures.
Losing miserably at Bananagrams over and over and over again.
Having my niece Sydney do my makeup.
A quiet cabin while most of the family went to a movie.
Realizing that I'm either too old or too tired to do Black Friday shopping.
Quality time with some of my favorite people on earth.
A smooth flight home.
I hope your Thanksgiving was equally wonderful and my condolences on your return to regular life.