I recently started a new job and have absolutely zero time to sit down at the computer and blog or even be alert and aware enough to be inspired to blog. More on that another day. But I felt it necessary, it being Thanksgiving...the holidays...that time of year, to post something. I wrote this last year around the same time and have decided to reshare. Lazy, I know, but it's something people!
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Yesterday morning I woke up and during my early morning (10am) routine, the scent of bacon graced my nostrils. My husband was surely preparing the delectable pork product downstairs for us to hog down. Instant excitement. Instant nostalgia. Instantly, I was thankful.
Bacon, while utterly delicious, isn't made too often in our house (my overall health thanks me) just due to not many breakfasts being had together (opposite work schedules) and there not being too many other dishes we use it in. So when bacon makes its presence known by encircling my nose with wafts of salty, fatty goodness, it takes me back. It reminds me of Thanksgiving morning. My Mom used to make us all breakfast (this and Christmas morning as well) and the smell of bacon would travel throughout the household letting us know it was time to get our asses in gear. I loved Thanksgiving morning, still do. I'd rise early to watch the parade (and eat bacon) and watch in awe while my Mom began preparing the feast that would quickly disappear into our bellies in a few hours. The anticipation of family that I don't see often enough excited me and I couldn't wait to finish dinner so I could devour a piece (or three) of Mom's apple pie. That feeling of home, family, love, tradition, is embedded in me, became a part of me and is carried with me to this day. And all of those feelings unfortunately rarely rise to the surface. But on Thanksgiving, they swell up and fill me with that same child-like anticipation. And when I smell bacon, Thanksgiving morning or not, I get a little taste of those emotions as well and they make me feel blessed and lucky - thankful for all sorts of things.
I'm thankful for bacon, for it making me feel this way. I'm thankful for my family and friends, that I have any at all and the ones I do have are fantastic. I'm thankful for my daughters - they're beautiful and give me purpose. I'm thankful that I have a husband, a very nice husband who loves me. He's not abusive or mean and he loves our kids. That's what a husband is supposed to be; there are a lot who haven't earned that title. I'm thankful for having my five senses (sometimes six). I can take in every ounce of the beauty and good that exists. Unfortunately the negative comes along with it but the positive outweighs it yes? Depends on the day I suppose. I'm thankful for Grandmas, great Grandmas and Great-Grandmas for that matter. I'm thankful for my dogs, they're so stupid and so smart all at the same time. I'm thankful that just the other day I was able to copy down a recipe that has been passed down countless times through our family, originating from a woman I've never met but she was sure I would exist someday. I'm thankful for baths, wine and candles because they make me feel good. I'm thankful for baby toes because they will put a smile on anyone's face. Too bad toes end up being kind of gross over time. I'm thankful for buffalo chicken wings (naked and saucy). I'm thankful for my mistakes and even more thankful that I've learned from them. I'm thankful for God's reminders that I don't have the right to be a cry-baby even though sometimes I just want to be. I'm thankful for music. Music can do anything. It can make people laugh, cry, smile, love and move their bodies in ways they wouldn't normally do. It makes people tap their toes. When else do you tap your toes? I'm thankful for food, that I can eat breakfast, lunch and dinner and snack in between. I'm thankful for eggs, because they go so well with bacon. I'm thankful for a million things which tells me that I'm thankful for a lot more than I'm not thankful for. And so I guess I'm thankful for that too! All this because of bacon. Apparently bacon is much more than just a delcious edible to me.
Do you have a "bacon"?
