Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Giving thanks #1; When I'm found in the desert place...

What I like to call 'the mess hall years' are one of the many things I am thankful for.

I am one of the privileged few who have dined in the mess hall for Thanksgiving dinner.

My dad was stationed in Germany for the second time, and this second time around he insisted on taking his family with him. For three whole years.

It was hard being away from my grandma - my mom, my brother, my grandma and I were freakishly close.

And Thanksgiving was my grandma's day to shine.

So when Thanksgiving came around, my mom didn't cook anything at all. We piled in the car, drove on base and went to the mess hall.

I thought she was mistaken. Where's my homemade dressing and gravy?

NO, none of that...We were eating at the mess hall - which would be where we had every Thanksgiving while we lived in Germany. 

We were right there on base, with the soldiers dressed in their BDU`s - single guys who lived in the barracks, who didn't even have their families to eat with that day.

Thankful.
Thankful.
Thankful.

I'm so thankful for people who sacrifice, and believe in good things. 

I'm so thankful for heroes, and courage.

I'm so thankful for love.

And, okay, I was really thankful when we came back home and I experienced a REAL (read: my grandma's) Thanksgiving dinner again.