Alex and I are married now. Revelation, I know. And as such, that means we are now obligated to spend holidays as a unit. Sadly, our families live a good 900 miles away from each other. Which means that we can't split the day in two and spend time with both of our parents. Which means, that yes, my first Thanksgiving not in Tennessee with the family is upon us. And I knew this was going to happen to eventually, but DANG, it is WAY harder than I thought it would be. Seriously. You'd think months of mental preparation would have me better....prepared.
Which leads me to the point of the ramblings. I called my mommy and almost cried and it was good. And there was night and there was morning and I will make it. Alex is going to attempt my aunt's famous Republican pie and I will be a good wife and daughter-in-law and Thanksgiving will be had.
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Oh, I feel your pain. This will be Kevin's first Christmas away from his family ever. Yikes! Long distace relationships stink.
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