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Today, I’ll wake up in New Jersey in my plush pink childhood bedroom. My tiny maltese will run into my room and jump on my bed, waking me up way too early. I’ll make my not-so little anymore brothers watch the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade with me. The house will smell of its holiday scents like the cinnamon marshmallow sweet potatoes and the turkey in the oven, and my parents and grandma will be running around the kitchen in a frenzy. I’ll lazily stay in my pajamas, wrapped up in a snuggie until I begin to help out in the kitchen with my favorite part of every meal – desert. Then my cousins will arrive and we’ll celebrate.
I love Thanksgiving for so many reasons, but mostly because it’s a perfect day that reminds me I have a lot for which to be thankful.
