For as long as I can remember Thanksgiving has been my favorite holiday. Certainly as a child I remember Christmas as being magical and the excitement of Santa visiting and leaving toys under the tree. As I aged I became a little jaded with the commercial aspect of Christmas. I enjoy giving gifts and it is truly better to give than to receive. On the other hand, Thanksgiving is a wonderful time to spend with friends and family void of the stress of shopping or trying to determine the right gift for someone. Afterall, when was the last time someone cared if the turkey was a Butterball, Jennie-O or Safeway.
I know it’s a cliché, but often Thanksgiving is a time for sitting around the table and giving thanks for the many blessings we have been given. I’m thankful for my wife and daughter. They are my joy. I don’t know what I would have done without my wife helping me to recuperate from my recent surgery. It was incredibly difficult. She was there every step of the way and having to help me in ways that I know had to be difficult for her. It was difficult for me. I felt so helpless at times. One of the most tender moments while in the hospital was when she shaved my face. It was about 4 days after surgery and I know I looked like a mess. She gently helped me out of the bed and to the chair. I remember being weak and in pain. I was provided a pain pump but I tried not to use much pain medication unless it was necessary. She was afraid of hurting me but she did a fantastic job. Afterwards I felt human again. When I came home from the hospital she went on short walks with me to help gain my strength back and when infection set in, she packed the wound trying to be as gentle as possible to keep from hurting me. I love her dearly.
I’m reminded of a story of a father and daughter who, while hiking, came upon a bear. The bear charged the daughter and in an effort to protect her, the father attacked the bear. The bear began mauling him, ripping him to pieces. Remarkably every time the bear began to turn his sights on the daughter, the father found the strength to get the bear to attack him again. The daughter was able to get help and miraculously the father lived. I watched the interview on television and the father was bandaged from head to toe. I can identify with the love of a father for his daughter. My daughter is my joy and there is no question I would lay my life down for her.
Given the difficulty of attempting to eat right on a holiday, this was my free day. It began with the Sachse Turkey Trot 5k which was my cardio workout. My wife walked / ran the 1 mile. The remainder of the day was spent with wonderful food with my family and friends and football.