2014 Thanksgiving
For the Thanksgiving of 2014, we celebrated early. We celebrated about two weeks early because it was my great grandmother’s birthday and my great uncle came home from Texas. We were all meeting at my dad’s mother’s house, like usual. When I say all of us I mean twenty five people. All packed into two rooms, three tables, and one desk and desk chair.
Thanksgiving is often on my top three times of the year. The 2014 year was no different. School was enjoyable for the first time in a few years, so I was remotely happy. My family was all talking, no big fights in a while- things were good. Being two weeks before actual Thanksgiving, the weather was gorgeous. Leaves still falling from the trees, swirls of color twirling to the green grass below. An hour till lunch and a house filled with loud bodies caused for a wanting of fresh clean fall air. Sitting on the porch, counting the birds as they fly by and watching the cars as they pass the intersection in front of the house.
The hour had passed fairly quickly and before I knew it, I was being called in to eat. With so many people packed into two small rooms with only an arched doorway separating the two, the noise of laughter and voices was overwhelming. As soon as we were done eating my cousin and I went outside, the beautiful weather was calling our names.
As we opened the door we were hit with a gust of wind and the smell of fresh cut grass along with a daffodil fragrance tickling our noses. We lept off the porch digging the heels of our boots into the soft ground as we landed. Then raced to the park below our grandma’s house. Not another person in sight as we reached the playground. Pulling out my camera, I decided to capture our little adventure. Capturing the images of the old rusted out John Deere tractor and my cousin smiling face as she laughed with real emotion.
We took pictures of the thorn bushes and the dying trees. We then went and placed ourselves upon the old swings. Swinging as high as we could get, always a competition between us. She won per usual. As we slowed ourselves to a stop I fell backwards. When I fell it felt like I was floating, like I never really hit the ground. As I looked to the sky I saw how beautiful it was. The dark blue shadows blending into the light blue sky with an easy gradient almost unnoticeable. The clouds puffy pillows for the birds to rest upon as they flew through them.
As I was hypnotized by the majestic sky, my cousin laid down next to me so we could capture this moment. Almost one hundred and fifty pictures were taken that day. I love all of them, that day was a day filled with a happy silence only broken by our laughter.
For the Thanksgiving of 2014, we celebrated early. We celebrated about two weeks early because it was my great grandmother’s birthday and my great uncle came home from Texas. We were all meeting at my dad’s mother’s house, like usual. When I say all of us I mean twenty five people. All packed into two rooms, three tables, and one desk and desk chair.
Thanksgiving is often on my top three times of the year. The 2014 year was no different. School was enjoyable for the first time in a few years, so I was remotely happy. My family was all talking, no big fights in a while- things were good. Being two weeks before actual Thanksgiving, the weather was gorgeous. Leaves still falling from the trees, swirls of color twirling to the green grass below. An hour till lunch and a house filled with loud bodies caused for a wanting of fresh clean fall air. Sitting on the porch, counting the birds as they fly by and watching the cars as they pass the intersection in front of the house.
The hour had passed fairly quickly and before I knew it, I was being called in to eat. With so many people packed into two small rooms with only an arched doorway separating the two, the noise of laughter and voices was overwhelming. As soon as we were done eating my cousin and I went outside, the beautiful weather was calling our names.
As we opened the door we were hit with a gust of wind and the smell of fresh cut grass along with a daffodil fragrance tickling our noses. We lept off the porch digging the heels of our boots into the soft ground as we landed. Then raced to the park below our grandma’s house. Not another person in sight as we reached the playground. Pulling out my camera, I decided to capture our little adventure. Capturing the images of the old rusted out John Deere tractor and my cousin smiling face as she laughed with real emotion.
We took pictures of the thorn bushes and the dying trees. We then went and placed ourselves upon the old swings. Swinging as high as we could get, always a competition between us. She won per usual. As we slowed ourselves to a stop I fell backwards. When I fell it felt like I was floating, like I never really hit the ground. As I looked to the sky I saw how beautiful it was. The dark blue shadows blending into the light blue sky with an easy gradient almost unnoticeable. The clouds puffy pillows for the birds to rest upon as they flew through them.
As I was hypnotized by the majestic sky, my cousin laid down next to me so we could capture this moment. Almost one hundred and fifty pictures were taken that day. I love all of them, that day was a day filled with a happy silence only broken by our laughter.