Many years ago when Dad and Mildred, my step-mom, moved back to Georgia it became a tradition for our family to spend Thanksgiving at their home. He was an amazing cook with a generous heart. Dad passed away in July of 2009 so Thanksgiving that year was a remembrance dinner in his honor. 2010 brought in another emotional Thanksgiving. This year was different.
The holiday I had been dreading turned out to be exactly what I needed to rest and rejuvenate my body and soul. Instead of a big Thanksgiving Dinner we had a yummy brunch at I-Hop with eggs, pancakes, crepes, bacon, sausage, hash browns, and steaming cups of coffee. It was good family time with a little shopping therapy thrown in.
The highlight for Doug and I? Our son who lives just an hour away made time for us on the last day so we could visit our two year old granddaughter Helaina. She gets bigger and more beautiful every time we see her!
The highlight for Kirby was the time spent with Jacks and Izzie, Dad and Mildred's two beautiful bichon frise. Jacks is 8 years old and very laid back to the point nothing really bothers him at all. However, if he doesn't want to do something, well, he doesn't do it. Often times he is carried outside across the deck to the grass. He has been known to bark from the bedroom bed when he wants some water which is immediately brought to him. You may consider Jacks quite spoiled until you know he was very ill last year and is now on the road to a full recovery. What does Jacks love best? Food!
Izzie, now 5 years old, is definitely the diva in charge. Anytime the dogs got a treat Izzie would hold hers in her mouth until the other two had eaten theirs. Only then would she eat hers while they had to watch in agony. I've been told she tortures Jacks with this on a regular basis. It did take a little while for her to warm up to Kirby but once she did they had a great time playing and chasing each other. Whenever she got tired of him she would just growl. She immediately decided her mom's bed was off limits to Kirby so when she finally allowed him to play on the bed with her and Jacks it was a great victory.
Kirby thought he was something when Izzie finally let him on the bed! Jacks and Izzie sleep later than Kirby so it was funny how often he would run to their bedroom door and listen for them before they finally joined him.
I still miss Dad terribly but I felt a peacefulness this time. Oh, the funniest part of the trip? The exasperation in the voice of the woman on the GPS every time she said "recalculating" which was quite often. Did I mention Doug was the one driving? Lol.
We hope each of you had a wonderful Thanksgiving filled with family, friends, and most of all, love.