This Thanksgiving was a special one for my family. Usually, as a military spouse, Thanksgiving is a time for your military family. Not your blood relatives. And don’t get me wrong. I don’t assume that our family will come to where ever we are for a long weekend. Especially one that is a super-busy travel time. No, I don’t think so.

Being with your military family is great. Don’t get me wrong. But this year my in-laws flew in from New Hampshire and my father and stepmom drove down from Connecticut. My mother and her husband were also supposed to drive with them but mom had bronchitis and that waylaid her from the festivities. My little brother lives out here so we have been counting on him in attendance for the three Thanksgivings that have happened. Not only that, but both of my kids came home for that time. That was a treat and a half!

Talk about being grateful. My heart was overflowing with joy. So much so that I didn’t take any photos of the time we spent together. I had to rely on others. My kids would tell me that I was shirking my responsibilities as a blogger. They are right but I was too busy enjoying the moment to think about it.

I know that the past Thursday was the last time we will all be together again for a while. My oldest daughter is living in Seattle and depending on work, she may or may not be able to come home again. My youngest daughter is getting ready to graduate from the Air Force Academy and she will go off to CSO (Combat Systems Officer) training. That means that next year, she’ll be in school.

So as I sat at the dinner table, I said a silent prayer for all that I had this year. I hope you had as wonderful a Thanksgiving as I did.