Thanksgiving miracles

In addition to the turkey, stuffing, GRAVY, green bean casserole, pie, and beautiful people that made this year’s Thanksgiving celebration spectacular, I enjoyed three personal miracles:

Thanksgiving cartoon
1. I did not make the baby cry. Now, babies can usually smell my fear. Some mother or in this case, auntie, will ask “Do you want to hold him/her?” to which I will nervously consent. And then I will get the little lump placed in my awkward arms and spend the next 1-10 minutes hoping I am supporting its tiny head properly and trying not to break anything. Usually the tots can sense a disturbance in the force and start wailing immediately for someone with a maternal* instinct or at least, functioning mammaries. This holiday I got to hold little Maddox, an 11-day old munchkin with a full head of hair and the cutest tiny lips. And he did not cry! This may be the trick… holding REALLY new ones who only want to sleep. šŸ˜‰ Although it’s utterly cliche, I can’t help but note the remarkable miracle of life. What better way to spend Thanksgiving?
2. I took not one, but TWO days off. Off, off, too… not one lick of homework to be had. Sadly, I don’t exaggerate when I say that I have not taken a complete day off from school since the second week of October. And before that, it was T’s birthday in September. Although I planned to work a few hours Thanksgiving morning and a few hours yesterday afternoon, I just couldn’t bring myself to do it what with all the food and fun and socializing and television and CHRISTMAS DECORATING to be done. šŸ˜‰ Despite a few twinges of guilt and surges of I-can’t-believe-I’m-not-coding-right-now stress, the days off were glorious. I highly recommend them!
3. Wedding-be-gone. I wasn’t entirely idle during my two days of homework-free bliss. In fact, I spent a considerable amount of time putting away the wedding presents, cards and decorations that took up residence in our front room. Now, for those of you who did the math and recall that the shindig was nigh on 4.5 months ago, I have a handy excuse: I left for Cactus Land just five days after returning from the moon. That was barely enough time to unpack, do laundry and repack for the 12 hour drive back to the desert. (Never you mind that I’ve been coming home every other weekend and that Mr. T has conveniently closed his eyes every time he walks through the front door.) In any case, it is a minor miracle that the house is mostly wedding-crap free finally. (Now, to unleash the Christmas crazy!)
Any Thanksgiving miracles in your neck of the woods?
xoxo,
shawna
* Another personal miracle: Holding said sweet baby did NOT kick on the biological clock. As I told some friends yesterday over dinner, I will be birthing a dissertation before a baby!

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