Thanksgiving weekend means so much for many people, and it’s something different for each personality.
For me, it’s family. It’s card games, just like we had at Grandma and Grandad’s when I was younger. It’s laughing over turkey, then staring at dessert table while wondering what else could fit inside my tummy.
It’s being thankful, as the day implies, for God’s blessings and for the love that is shared around the room. It’s looking at my beautiful wife and smiling at my children as they play. It’s wondering if my youngest will actually eat protein or if she can, in fact, survive on bread, potatoes, noodles, pie and cake.
It also is about missing those closest to you that live so far away. I was home yesterday, but I also was homesick. Our lives get busy, and our concern is more immediate than distant. Sporting events and school activities are the primary focus, because that is doing things with our children.
That 20-minute drive to my in-law’s is so much more relaxing than the eight-hour commute to see my family. Sleeping in my own bed instead of a motel that was built long before I was born is much more tempting.
Alas, I still miss hearing my sister’s laugh and playing football with her only grandson. I miss a cold beer with my cousins and cards with my aunts and uncles. I miss Aunt Helen’s broccoli-and-rice casserole and lining up around the bar in her kitchen to get all the goodies.
The good news, though, is my plate is always half full. In just a few days, I travel to Las Vegas to share a couple weeks with a big part of my life, my rodeo family. It’s time for the sport’s grand finale. It means a lot of work and a lot of writing, and it means I’m away from my daughters for a long time.
But this is my passion, and I get to share that with my rodeo family. I am beyond honored to tell rodeo tales and get the word out about our sport to people across the country.
I’m thankful for all that I have and the opportunities that are ahead. I truly lead a blessed life.