Until the November my mom fell.
Until the first time my dad cooked Thanksgiving dinner.
Until we started celebrating Thanksgiving a day late.
Until the Thanksgiving we almost didn't have.
Until my sister started baking pies.
And I realized, a lot of my stories now happen in November. A lot of my favourite stories. As I get older, my appreciation for people, random little things, tradition grows and November is now my favourite month and Thanksgiving is my favourite holiday. I promise to share these stories with you as we go through the month and I hope to add more stories to make this November even more fantastic than the last.
*Obviously I had dismissed the entire meaning behind Thanksgiving as a child. Something about Indians and turkeys made out of brown construction paper by tracing your hand?