Sometimes you just need to be reminded how good you really have it. This Thanksgiving is all about that, I think.
This morning I woke to Buddy with a stomach bug. Poor little guy spent two hours trying to throw up the nothing that he had in his tummy. It was really sad. At one point he looked up at me and said, "I wish this never happened." Oh, it was so pitiful! But luckily he was done with the yucky stuff by about 9:45 and then just slept the rest of the day.
Hubby offered to stay with him while I went to dinner. I thought that was very sweet considering we traveled from Texas to Detroit to be with his family. I declined. I love his family a lot (I pretty much won the lottery when it comes to in-laws), but it's HIS family. So Buddy and I stayed at my sister-in-law's house and everyone met up at Cousin L's. Buddy and I napped, read and watched TV. It was a sweet time with my little guy.
I do have to confess that I was tempted to pout and I did get tears in my eyes once or twice. I missed getting to hang out with our family. I missed listening to the kids run up and down the stairs and decorate cookies. I missed watching the football games from the kitchen. I missed the table talk and the birthday cake. (Hubby has eight people in his family who have November/December birthdays.) But you know what? Buddy and I had a safe, warm place in which he could recover. And he did recover. It was just a virus and nothing life-threatening. Cousin L sent home a huge plate for me INCLUDING gluten free quinoa stuffing and a baked apple - just for ME! We'll have a couple more chances this trip to see everyone, so this isn't the only opportunity for me to socialize. And I got to watch three episodes of Breaking Bad. In a row!
No, it's not the Thanksgiving that I envisioned when I went to bed last night. But it was a really good day.
(Oh, and UT defeated A&M in the last 2 seconds of their last conference meeting. I'll sleep well tonight!)