Thankfulness: Our Week-Long Celebration of Love and Food
It's Thanksgiving here in Chattanooga, Tennessee. We've traveled here to spend Thanksgiving with Isaiah's family; and hence, my family. There comes a time when your spouse's family becomes your own, and we have reached and passed that point now, which brings me much joy. Some signs of that point coming upon you may include members of the family starting to appreciate you as who you uniquely are as much as or more than your spouse at times, or perhaps you simply finding your niche in the family and/or those you tend to talk to during the yearly gatherings. At this point, I'm always open to whatever conversations come my way, but there tend to be specific individuals here in this gloriously large family whom I naturally seek out, or who naturally seek me out. It's a beautiful thing to find your place, or rather, to feel the place you've always had more viscerally in a large family such as the Englishes. It's an interesting paradox, large families, since i...