taste of thanksgiving

when i was a freshman in college, I noticed my ever large lack of gratitude in my life. And so i set the goal to write 1,000 things I was grateful for (I suppose I thought once you reached that number, you reached a proficiency of being grateful).

It went alittle something like this:
  1. :: be grateful for the clothes that fit too snug because it means you have enough food to eat.
  2. :: be grateful for the monthly rent bill because it means you have a shelter from the storms.
  3. :: be grateful for the days that we physically suffer as women because it means we can have children
  4. :: be grateful for laundry because it means you have more than enough clothes to wear. 
  5. :: be grateful for the utility bill because that means you have a warm home, and light to see
  6. :: be grateful for the parking spot furtherest away from the store, because it means you can walk.
  7. :: be grateful for tuition because it means you get to earn an education
  8. :: be grateful for the alarm that goes off in the early morning because that means you are alive. 
I need this reminder of gratitude. I don't have too much to say right besides the fact that I loved loved loved spending this last week with family. And that the absence of Bronson reminds me how much I love and miss him. This week for him is different--all classes were canceled and he got off work so his teammates can work on this project thats due for all their classes. They work from 8am to 8pm. And even then some. So i ate alone tonight. Spaghetti. Bronson's encouraged me not to make up my own recipes yet, I guess i'm not in 'that stage of life' yet. And so, I feel bad when I sometimes stretch the recipe rubrics and add an extra can of this, and leave out alittle bit of that because I didn't look in the cupboards prior to starting a meal, or I also haven't gone grocery shopping either. But tonight, was a mystery meal that turned out great. Homemade spaghetti sauce. I never thought I'd make it, because I figured spending $1 at the store was worth it. But I think I actually really liked it. I guess the jury is still out for Bronson. 

Speaking of food, which is what I seem to only be speaking about these days in this blogosphere...last week, I experienced good, and I mean really good food. None of this butternut squash alfredo/garlic salted mashed potatoes fiascos that I have for the past weeks. 

Here's our Thanksgiving via my iPhone. 

Even though its a white-knuckle heart pounding drive back to Utah, its always beautiful. 

Grandma & Grandpa Gardner's cows. 

Included because I'm really in this owl phase right now. Not sure why. 

Picking the Christmas trees. 

Astoria. I mean look at that

I needed to become a Gardner, because they understand my pecan pie love affair. 

The Thanksgiving makers. 

Logan's eagle scout project -- cemetery sign hanging. Theres 5 guys helping. haha.

cuter than cute nieces. 

...who were absolutely swooned by Bronson. 

They watch movies sitting in the exact same position. so cute. 

If they weren't 5, I'd say it looks like they're drinking beer. 

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