It all started about a month ago, when a girlfriend and I decided we wanted to spend Thanksgiving Day together. After a long discussion, neither of us wanted to host it at our homes, rather we thought it would be much more fun if we held it in the Embassy pool area where the kids could swim until we were ready to eat, and we could leisurely hang out with a few families with whom we enjoyed spending time.
Of course, with two "Type A" personality girlies who love to entertain, it didn't take long for our casual poolside dinner, to turn into a full fledged affair, complete with moving our shindig into the Marine House, and inviting everyone from the Embassy to attend.
Honestly, we didn't think it would become nearly as big as it did. But on Thanksgiving Day, we hosted over 80 people to an amazing dinner.
Noticeably absent from the affair, was my dear husband. Who instead of enjoying the feast, was stuck in the local emergency room, waiting for the orthopedic surgeon. To re-set his mangled hand. (As a side note, you never want to hear from your husband that he's waiting for "the setter" unless he's speaking about diamonds.)
You see, following our early morning boot camp, Matt and his fellow 'weekend warriors' set out to play a traditional Thanksgiving Day game of flag-football. After 3 1/2 uneventful quarters, Matt's premonition of someone getting hurt proved true, as HE ended up fracturing and dislocating 3 of the 5 fingers on his left hand ... thus ending the game. Despite his insanely swollen hand and fingers turned in directions you can't even fathom, Matt remarked the most painful part of this entire ordeal was having to call me and let me know he wouldn't be making it to dinner.
In all seriousness, it's heartwarming to see that in a post this size, this many people chose to celebrate their special Thanksgiving Day together, as a de facto family. I am thankful for many things this year; Living together as a family overseas again, our immediate and extended families staying happy and healthy, and enjoying our new post and new friends.
Most importantly though, I am thankful that Matt broke his left hand. Because "In Sickness and in Health" does not include wiping butts.
Of course, with two "Type A" personality girlies who love to entertain, it didn't take long for our casual poolside dinner, to turn into a full fledged affair, complete with moving our shindig into the Marine House, and inviting everyone from the Embassy to attend.
Honestly, we didn't think it would become nearly as big as it did. But on Thanksgiving Day, we hosted over 80 people to an amazing dinner.
Noticeably absent from the affair, was my dear husband. Who instead of enjoying the feast, was stuck in the local emergency room, waiting for the orthopedic surgeon. To re-set his mangled hand. (As a side note, you never want to hear from your husband that he's waiting for "the setter" unless he's speaking about diamonds.)
You see, following our early morning boot camp, Matt and his fellow 'weekend warriors' set out to play a traditional Thanksgiving Day game of flag-football. After 3 1/2 uneventful quarters, Matt's premonition of someone getting hurt proved true, as HE ended up fracturing and dislocating 3 of the 5 fingers on his left hand ... thus ending the game. Despite his insanely swollen hand and fingers turned in directions you can't even fathom, Matt remarked the most painful part of this entire ordeal was having to call me and let me know he wouldn't be making it to dinner.
In all seriousness, it's heartwarming to see that in a post this size, this many people chose to celebrate their special Thanksgiving Day together, as a de facto family. I am thankful for many things this year; Living together as a family overseas again, our immediate and extended families staying happy and healthy, and enjoying our new post and new friends.
Most importantly though, I am thankful that Matt broke his left hand. Because "In Sickness and in Health" does not include wiping butts.
There is NOTHING sweeter than seeing the Marine Detachment play with and truly adore your son. This group of young men are the epitome of class, and we are thankful to have them in our lives.
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