Last year, on Thanksgiving, Dad hunted for our holiday meal in the canyons of Arizona, while Mom and I visited Aunt Nay Nay and family. This year, we stayed close to home, where dad was able to put food on the table by hunting in our backyard. The bacon-wrapped venison steaks were enjoyed by all, except for Mom and Grandma who decided to be vegetarians that day.
But besides delicious food and phenomenal family near and far, this year, there is so much to be thankful for: the genius who invented the iPhone YouTube app, Paw Patrol episodes on TV, nightlights to make the dark less scary dark, chapstick for my always-chapped-lips, the perfectly-placed couch that I use as a gymnastics springboard to launch myself onto the nearby bean bag, band-aids and ice packs, Zinger snack cakes and Lucky Charms cereal marshmallows, anything mom is drinking, dance parties in the living room, a scooter to transport me across the house at record speeds, band-aids and ice packs, and quality train time with dad.
He moves like Jaeger 