The Day of the bird

Well tomorrow is a day that traditionally the women spend 90% of their time in the kitchen slaving over the bird that they pray over all morning long that it wont be discussing, burnt, uncooked, over cooked. The day where the men spend 90% of their time watching the game or just hanging out. Where kids are running around putting their fingers big or small into everything they can get into.
For my family it will be at the parents house. Dad will cook I shall assist. George will take a nap and the boys will claim they are bored or shall find something to do. Mom of course will supervise the whole operation. There are so many things for me to be grateful for this year. I would like to mention that God has truly been my hero and savior this year its been a horrible, unbelievable, hard, eye opening, tragic, overwelming, nothing but a miracle year. The storms have been mighty this year but with his grace and mercy we have survived it.
I am greatful to my family who thru thick and thin remain close and always there for each other. I am thankful to my husband because no matter what he is my rock and can get me thru any storm that comes our way. To my very active, loud, into everything boys who challenge me every second of the day but then will still take a small moment to come kiss me on the cheek. To my amazing friends who for all year long have been a becon of light for me to always land safely on their shores and just be.
To our Service men and women I can only say I am proud to stand behind you, I am honored that you give up so much so my homeland is safe. I am so very proud of my brothers for giving up so much and the sacrifices they make every day so I can be proud to say. I am a American and Damn proud of it!