8 crazy nights and trying to dial it all back



It's Thanksgivakah.  There is pumpkin pie and potato latkes to be made, gratitude to embrace and candles to be lit.  And I have been sick, which in a way has been a blessing in disguise as it has forced me to slow way down.  It's so easy to get swept up in the making and baking and buying and running from here to there.  Even from the couch and my achy motrin-filled haze, I could feel a teensy itch to hop online and do a little Etsy holiday shopping, but feeling equally disheartened by the fact that stores were already pushing Black Friday and ramping things up to start today.  Is nothing sacred?

As a family who celebrates both Hanukkah and Christmas, and who also has multiple familial units with which we celebrate (blessed be), the holidays can be really, really abundant.  The shear volume of gifts that come and go in this house is humbling and the pressure of giving "enough" is always a manufactured worry this time of year, and I hate that feeling.  Alex and I have decided to dial things way back this year to simplify and re-define what enough really is.  I'm all about the small tokens and the homemade love, simple gifts that are a practice in unwrapping joy and gratitude.  Because truly, we have everything we need.

We are insanely lucky, and I feel this mostly in the form of LOVE ---> being blessed by family and a togetherness that could never be replaced by a thing or a plate of home made goodies.  Yes, the food and the gifts bring us together and give us the opportunity to remember and say "I love you", but it's a daily reminder this time of year that the gifts and the turkey are not the star of the show. It's the traditions, the sense of wonder, the joy of being able to give from the heart and then being grateful for all that we receive in return... the greatest of which we can never package or tie up with a bow.

I am thankful.  I am thankful.  I am Thank-full.




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