Thanksgiving 2019

I’m sure you are all heading back to work this morning after your long weekend. I thought I’d do a post to fill you in on how we spent ours!

I worked overnight on Wednesday night into Thursday morning which was a bummer – most of my siblings (I’m the youngest of 5) came home on Wednesday night. That also meant I was super tired. I wasn’t the only one.

This is my husband Craig – he JUST finished harvest the Tuesday before and is still catching up on sleep.

Jason was pretty tired too. Here is napping after lunch with my niece Georgia. Thank goodness mom’s new couches have enough room for all of us! I spent most of the afternoon napping after we ate and cleaned up dinner (as pictured below).

My mom, sister Kayla, and brother Karl cleaning up after pork tenderloins
Nap time for the littles
My niece Lucy found a bucket – HA!

Carver got a hold of my phone camera and was running around the house taking pictures. That was a dangerous decision. Now he constantly wants my phone ALL THE TIME to take pictures and most of them look like this:

But he did get a few good ones too…

My sister Kelli
Gannon is working on standing up/walking!
My sister Kayla – she’s knitting of course

Thanksgiving is pretty low key in the Kramer house. We live just across town from mom and by across town I mean about 4 blocks. Kayla my brother Buck live farther away – they have about a 2 hour drive home.

We always celebrate Thanksgiving on Thanksgiving. It is about the only holiday that is non-negotiable in the Kramer house. Every year me, Craig, Karl, Mom and Dad get together on Christmas Day. We play the farming game and eat A LOT and do a small gift exchange. Whoever is home on Christmas day is welcome but we don’t really “celebrate” other than going to candlelight service.

We don’t really do much with our extended family – my mom came from a family of five kids who all went on to have a minimum of 3-5 kids who all went on to have a minimum of 3-5 kids. We would need a Colosseum to fit all the Johnson clan and we usually get together in August every year instead. We aren’t very close with my dad’s side and don’t celebrate holidays with them.

I know you’re reading this on Monday but I’m actually writing it on Saturday. We are headed to Craig’s parent’s house about an hour away tomorrow morning for Thanksgiving Dinner. Unlike my family, we can fit Craig’s entire maternal side of the family at the dinner table so it is a much different vibe and change of pace which is nice.

I’ll be making my green bean casserole which I am always asked to bring and enthusiastically do so (it is SO easy) which is what I also brought to mom’s house.

Towards the end of the day around leftover/supper time, I headed out to the garage to hang out with the boys. I walked out there and my heart sank. I honestly truly was shocked when I opened the door and Dad wasn’t there. The boys were all laughing and drinking, the garage was filled with cigarette smoke just like it is every other holiday, and Dad wasn’t there. I was just shocked it was like a punch to the gut. I just assumed he was.

It wasn’t awkward. It wasn’t this big awkward moment every time he got brought up or someone mentioned his absence which I so appreciate. My 4 year old nephew asked where Roger was and without missing a beat we just explained he was with Jesus and doesn’t live at Grandma Jo’s house anymore. I was afraid holidays would be awkward and like we were tip toeing around this big gaping hole but it isn’t. It is different but it was okay. It really was. Another “first” in the books and it was easier than the first first.

That’s all folks. I’ll update you on my Black Friday shopping tomorrow morning!

3 thoughts on “Thanksgiving 2019

  1. Susan the Farm Quilter says:

    I can’t remember the last time all three of my girls were home for Thanksgiving, but I know it was over 20 years ago!! That’s what happens when they grow up, join the military or just move away. Usually Thanksgiving now means my husband’s family, as many as can, get together, however that tradition is being undermined by his kids’ mother starting a new tradition of spending a week in Hawaii and pushing the kids to join her. My current Thanksgiving is a very quiet one here at my dad’s house, with just the two of us. That’s all right too. At 98, I always assume every holiday is his last and enjoy it for what it is. The “first” is always difficult and different. Those “smack you in the face” moments don’t necessarily stop, they just happen less frequently, and usually happen when you least expect it!! Hang in there!

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