You may be surprise to know that it didn't bother me one bit. My Uncle Kenny is the jovial, life of the party type. He's quick with a joke, always has a come back, and swears in an almost dignified way. He lives in the South of France with his English wife, so how could he not (swear in a dignified way).
A few other things I love about Kenny? He calls my mom "Chrissy," (nobody calls her that), he makes faces behind people's backs (despite the fact that he's in his 60s), when he does swear in front of children he immediately covers his mouth and says, "Oops!" and then laughs (because he actually doesn't care), and even though he thinks we're all a bunch of religious nuts he continues to hang out with us and listen to us talk about how much we love God and vice versa.
I'm pretty sure God thinks Kenny is as awesome as the rest of us do - because God made him. Yes Kenny, Jesus loves you...
The rest of the characters in our thanksgiving play were not quite as exuberant, but as we know, there is no such thing as a small part. My parents did not give us the usual "Thanksgiving Morning Show" where they
My grandma (93), sat in her usual spot and sipped champagne. Her knees have gotten so bad that she can barely walk and her hearing is so bad that she can't follow a conversation. Her spirit is yet to be crushed though. She chuckles at every opportunity and surprised us all when she got off the couch to dance the jitter bug with Uncle Kenny (her son). It was like the scene in Star Wars, Attack of the Clones where Yoda fights Count Doku. He's all decrepit and walks with his cane and then out of nowhere kicks Doku's butt. Remember that? Ya, that was Amma.
Other fun moments: watching the Macy's Day parade and complaining about how stupid it is (but watching the whole thing anyway), watching the post parade Dog Show (I look forward to it all year), the kids watching TV all day (a rare treat), everyone in dress cloths just so we can sit around and watch a lot of TV. Later in in day, the older kid crowd playing monopoly in the kitchen, the adults reminiscing in the living room and the best of all... the end of Thanksgiving Day turkey sandwich. Kyle and I love the sandwich more than the meal. It has every part of the meal (gravy, stuffing, green bean casserole, sweet potato...) layered between two slices of sour dough bread. Yum, yum, yum.
|Why is Sheree wearing a life jacket in the basement? No one knows...|
And I can't leave out the beloved Kendama. It has become a big part of our lives.
My most favoritest childhood memories are the holidays we spent with my grandparents. There was a lot of laughing going on. This year had the same vibe. I hope my kids grow up with warm fuzzy feelings in their hearts about their grandparents house and the holidays they spent with them.