We're celebrating Thanksgiving out here on the 26th vice the 25th because of "the requirements of the service" and conveniently that means we're really celebrating on the same day as folks back in the states (it's a time zone thing--just trust me). Though it's a holiday today I don't feel very different from how I feel every day--too far away from where I really want to be. The kids and Frank are nearing the end of a 2-week stay in Maryland where Frank is taking a class and the kids are enjoying time with the family there. I am able to admit that I am jealous. I'm happy that the kids are having fun, but at the same time I'm hurt when I call and they have no interest in talking to me because of all the fun at the house. I knew it was going to be like this, but it still stinks.
The Culinary Specialists ("CS's") that serve our staff made a remarkable meal of all the traditional favorites. They were up all night baking tons of pecan, pumpkin, and sweet potatoe pies and prepping for the feast. It was great and for the most part we were allowed to relax for the day--no meetings!
I'm thankful for that great feast, for my wonderfully supportive family, and for the friends and family that have helped Frank, Katreina, and Trent in my absence. It's a beautiful thing.