I am very excited for Thanksgiving! I also have this crazy desire to play football, like they did in that episode of Friends. This is probably the hunger talking because I am not, at all, designed to play sports. I was on the volleyball team in the eighth grade because everyone else was on the volleyball team. I went to practice. I cheered my teammates on at every game, but I was never, ever called to play. My coach was a serious man who cared more about winning (and we did win) than taking everyone out for ice cream after a game. It wasn’t one of those “Everyone’s a Winner!” teams. It was a “We will allow you on the team because this is a Christian school and we’ll make you pay for a uniform but stay on the sidelines, Mona, mmkay?” kind of team. This is why the only sport I have ever been allowed to play is Mario Kart. I’m pretty good at that.
I am also excited about Thanksgiving because it was the first major holiday that Mike and I spent together. I had slept over at his place for the first time and had woken up early to write a paper. I was busy typing on his computer when he passed by the door. He blinked, rubbed his eyes, and sweetly said, “Hi.” I was floored because my previous boyfriend (and the only other beau I have ever lived with) was just frightening in the morning and I had forgotten that not everyone is a jerkface before 8 am. It was one of those moments that has burned in my memory, reminding me that I’m thankful to be with a man who is a wonderful, kind-hearted husband, and sweet father who knows how to send his son into hysterics.
And just so you know, Mike is saying, “I’m going to be yoru boyfriend!” Nathan had heard it on TV and started laughing, and is our wont, we submit ourselves these absurd, embarrassing rituals just to hear him giggle as long as he can. The other night I didn’t get the camera out fast enough to capture Nathan laughing at our litany picked from an episode of Cheaters during which we repeated, “WHO IS SHE?!?”
I hope you have a great Thanksgiving!