Turkey Day

We celebrated the day by going to ocean. I enjoyed the salt smell, the wind, and watching the waves crest and crash. It was the first Thanksgiving I've spent eating at a restaurant, an idea which at first I found rather shamefull, but when all was said and done, I was happy with the results. All the yummy food, a nice atmosphere, and a chance to reflect in front of the ocean.

Still, I missed the comforts of being with my family. Earlier this week my sister and I talked about how some holidays, especially Thanksgiving and Christmas, just aren't the same unless they are spent duplicating those we experienced growing up. I think I idealize those events. Because my family always lived far away from relatives, and because we were a rather private family, holidays were family days--intimate, exciting, days to anticipate year round. I'm a bit sad that I'll never be able to re-create them for my children and I wonder what memories my two girls will have. Will they recall our visit to the beach with as much happiness as I remember waiting for my mother's homemade rolls to come out of the oven? What traditions will I pass onto my children. Can I create a childhood of magical memories for them?