Growing up, my favorite holiday was always Thanksgiving! As we spent Christmas at my grandparents’ on my dad’s side of the family, we spent Thanksgiving at my grandma and grandpa’s on my mom’s side of the family. My mom had grown up on a farm, and Grandma and Grandpa still live there. In addition to the awesome Thanksgiving dinner that Grandma and Mom fixed, Thanksgiving morning always started with Grandpa, Dad and me hitting the fields for a pheasant and quail hunt. Every year, I couldn’t wait for Thanksgiving to arrive!
Mom, Dad and I would always leave Wednesday afternoon when I got out of school. My dad always made arrangements to leave work early that day, and Mom would always pack sandwiches and snacks for the 5-hour ride to Grandma and Grandpa’s farm. Dad always set out our shotguns, shells, vests and hunting clothes the night before, and I would have my bag packed for at least a week. The car ride was always filled with travel games and my mom’s stories of growing up on the farm. She always teased my dad about leaving it all behind to marry a “city boy!”
But this year, for the first time, I didn’t even want to go to Grandma and Grandpa’s. [Read more…]