Monday, November 20, 2006

A Tale of a Thanksgiving Past

Thanksgiving has always been one of my favorite days of the year. What's not to love? Good food, family and friends, football, and best of all, no gifts to stress over!

So two years ago, the first thanksgiving after my ex-husband was arrested, I was kind of dreading it. I have no family in town, and felt it would be really awkward to spend time with his family. So I was really relieved when some friends from my church group invited us over. They also invited another family from the group. Now family W has a 4 kids, I have five, and family M has 6. Yeah, that's a lot of kids. Each family has a teenage son, and these three boys are best friends. They call themselves the Three Musketeers, we call them the Three Stooges, but, as they would say, whatevs.

The weather for Thanksgiving in Phoenix is usually just *gorgeous* (This is the reason we endure the summer!) and there is usually a lot of outside activity going on. So, two years ago, these three boys decided that they wanted to build a club house. And then they decided that they wanted to build it underground. So teenager from family W asks "Dad, can we dig a hole in the yard?" Dad W answers "Sure son, just make sure you stay away from the back wall." Ok. So after a wonderful meal, these three boys start scouting out locations and making plans. The adults and some of the younger children wandered inside the house to play games and have dessert while the boys did their thing.

A little while later, Teenager W comes inside covered in mud. He was followed by my teenager, who was also covered in mud, and teenager M, who was clean as a whistle. Teenager M was muttering under his breath "I told them not to, they wouldn't listen, it wasn't my fault..." So teenager W approached Dad W and says "Hey Dad, umm, where's the water line into the house?" Dad W looked at the teenagers, thought about dirt+water and said through gritted teeth "WHY?" Teenager W looked sheepish and said "Well, there's only a small hole in it, it's only leaking a little bit..." At this point Teen M got louder with his "I told them not to, they wouldn't listen!" And Mom M and Mom W just started howling with laughter. Dad W was not as amused.

The three boys spent the rest of the day digging a trench and helping Dad W replace the water line. We literally hosed them off when they were done.

This year for the third year in a row we will be having Thanksgiving with these two families. So now we have a new Thanksgiving tradition - we hide all the shovels before we give God thanks.

4 comments:

Christine said...

Boys will be boys!! That's funny!
I agree, my husband and I were just saying how beautiful it is here now!
Have a great Holiday, and hide the shovels!LOL!

Julie Julie Bo Boolie said...

That is suck a rocking tradition! And how great that you get to spend the holidays with friends that make you feel loved and happy!

What wonderful memories you guys are making!!!

Hugs

Julie

Rebekah said...

Sounds like great memories to me.

Erna said...

LOL! How great that the three families getting together has become such a wonderful tradition. :0) I hope you had a great Thanksiving!