I am pleased to say we made it through a triple whammy holiday.
The holiday: Thanksgiving
(1)Last year we knew we'd lost the fight to keep our daughter but still had her for Thanksgiving which was the most bittersweet thing in the world. Remembering that time was really painful on a lot of levels.
(2) It's a holiday without our girl. Suck city.
(3) We found out on Tuesday that a potential adoption situation we were very hopeful about was not going to happen. The birth family chose someone else. So we were a little bummed out to find that out. Two days later -- Thanksgiving.
We went to the beautiful town of Ouray, CO to spend some time healing in the mountains. Matt, Harper and I did not participate in one traditional Thanksgiving meal or activity on the day itself. We had done a few Thanksgivings in KC before we had left, so we felt like it had been covered. Instead, my handsome man made us the most delicious Greek meal. We had a really peaceful and relaxing time over all. I will now give commentary and show a few pictures.
Except... I was sick for a few of the days, and we were all in sweats the whole time. I kept walking by mirrors and cringing. I noticed Matt kept looking at me with
We played games so much. There is a great game called I Never Forget A Face that is a high class version of Memory that we played non-stop. I recommend it.
90% of our time was spent playing games or reading in front of the fire. 8% of our time was spent at Mouse's chocolate shop. 2% was spent doing playing Barbies, showering, and eating.
Matt and I had some of those talks that could happen at home but tend not to. It was great to enjoy some nice, quiet time together.
Matt camped out in a recliner by the fire with the best mountain view the whole time. He was completely blissed out the whole time.
Matt sang songs to me in the meadow behind the cabin while he played the acoustic guitar. He also sang me romantic lullabies each night. None of that is true.
So there you have it. I am not going to do a post of all the things I am thankful for. I don't mean to sound like a brat, but I'm just not up for it. I am letting myself off the hook with not feeling particularly thankful this year but not feeling totally jaded and bitter. I'm calling it a wash. And plodding on.