2012 Thankful November Day 2 - I love that my husband loves the holidays as much as I do.

Thankful November Day 2

Today I thankful that I married a man who loves to embrace and celebrate annual traditions and the holidays as much as I do.  Even though we do not have children, I think there is still an inner child in both of us.  We both grew up in families who love the holidays, with mom's who go all out decorating for the seasons, and that tradition has carried on to both my husband and me.

I am so lucky to have a husband who enjoys helping me deck out the house for holidays like Halloween and Christmas and who is right there in the middle of helping me plan, prepare for, cook, and host holiday meals at our home.  I couldn't pull them off without him.

Greg's Jack-O-Lantern

My Jack-O-Lantern

He was right there in the kitchen with me carving his own jack-o-lantern before Halloween.  He helped me put the finishing touches on our Halloween night decor and was out on our front porch handing out candy to all our trick-or-treaters who stopped by that night.

In a few weeks I know I can count on him to be at the grocery store helping me shop for our Thanksgiving meal and then I can guarantee I will have him in the kitchen by my side helping me prepare a delicious Turkey Day meal for our family.

When Christmas rolls around we'll be outside again together decking out hour home in Christmas cheer and the we will joyfully set out on our traditional annual trips to a couple of local Christmas parades, light displays, and he will be loving it as much as I do.  Then when the time comes I know can count on him to help me shop for and wrap gifts if I need the help and he will once again help me prepare a fabulous meal for our family Christmas day.

I am so thankful I have a husband who shares my love for the holidays and shares in the workload of preparing for the holidays equally as much he shares the joy of these holiday moments with me.

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Turns Out I Wasn't Such a Strange Kid Afterall

I was watching the news last night and an article came on that totally reminded me of my childhood and gave me a good laugh all at the same time. So much so that I had to call my hubby on the phone and share my good laugh with him.

Here is the story:

Do you remember being a kid and having adults ask you, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" I think that is a standard question that every kid faces at some point in their life. As a child I know I was asked that multiple times, and as a youngster, I'm guessing around the age of 5 or 6, I always had a definitive answer to that question, and it was not the answer I think most adults expected from a little girl.

Whenever anyone would ask me that question as a little girl, you would have thought I would have answered with the standard little girl's dream job answers. You would have thought I'd have said I wanted to be a teacher, a ballerina, an actress, a nurse, or some other feminine and girly career choice. Oh, no, not me! I knew darn good and well what I wanted to be when I grew up and it sure as heck wasn't any of those things. I was adamant that I wanted to be, of all things, a garbage truck driver. Yes, you read right. A garbage truck driver!

My parents would just shake their heads and laugh. Now looking back I too laugh. I have to wonder why as on Earth I ever chose garbage truck driving as my future career choice? What was I thinking? I can hardly stand gathering up the garbage and taking it out to the bin now, let alone the thought of driving around in a smelly garbage truck all day long picking up other people's garbage.

The news broadcast that helped me bring back the memory of my childhood career desires talked of a young boy in Fresno, California who also hopes to become a garbage truck driver someday. Unlike me when I was a kid just dreaming about a career in sanitation, he took action to turn his dream into a reality by writing a letter explaining his desires to the local waste disposal company. The said company then sent their best garbage truck driver out to this kid’s home and let him explore and operate the garbage truck. Free hat included!

So, see mom and dad, it turns out I was not such a strange kid, and I now know I am not alone in my childhood desire to be a garbage truck driver. I just wasn’t wise enough to write a letter, get on the news and score a free hat. Case closed!

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