It’s Thanksgiving in America, but here in Sweden it was just another regular work day. Except for all my American colleagues who wished me a Happy Thanksgiving and the thanks-filled posts I saw online and an elevated mood on my part (defiantly ignoring the rain), there wasn’t much different about the day. We had our annual wreath-making workshop tonight and despite the fact that half the people who were signed up bailed, the 4 of us who were there had a great time and lots of laughs, while the rain pounded futilely on the corrugated roof. Haha! we said, you can’t get in! We’re dry in here!
Something I’m more thankful for than nearly anything else was brought home to me with force tonight. Because this week has been so crazy with evening commitments I haven’t had a chance the last few days to do the things around the house that I was planning on doing last-minute before the party on Saturday. Anders read my post of a few days ago detailing the things I had on my calendar and decided to take some of it on his own shoulders tonight. While I was spending a fun evening out with the girls putting together a holiday centerpiece and a Christmas wreath, he was vacuuming and mopping the kitchen, laundry room and hallway; getting the kids’ department picked up and running 2 loads of laundry. He’s what I’m most thankful for. If it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t be where I am. I couldn’t do the things I do or have the life I have. I wouldn’t have the family I love.
What I am NOT thankful for: Friends who spend an entire evening with me and TAKE PHOTOS OF ME and never once tell me that Barky has escaped its confines and is Shirley-Templing all over my forehead. There was a little girl, who had a little curl, right in the middle of her forehead, and BOY DID IT LOOK STUPID. Gah
