Cup of Gratitude

“When asked if my cup is half-full or half-empty, my only response is that I am thankful I have a cup.” 

Now that both of my kids are living in different states and have obligations there, the holidays just became a little more complicated.  My youngest couldn’t make it home due to his work and I couldn’t bear the thought of him being alone for the holiday. With my oldest son’s willingness to road trip, we all met in Dallas for an unusual Thanksgiving.

The first day we arrived, we strolled around the neighborhood. We were surprised to learn that we walked the same street that JFK was assassinated — on the 54th anniversary of his death.

But there was a lot of beauty in that neighborhood, including this origami park.

And beautiful details in the buildings.

Some flowers were still going strong…

…in sharp contrast to the holiday decorations.

And check this out! Dallas has the mate to Laumeier Sculpture Park’s giant eyeball that resides in my hometown!

One of the highlights of our holiday was the 50th running of the Dallas YMCA Turkey Trot. Historically, this is the largest turkey trot in the country — the second-largest Thanksgiving activity in the country, second only to the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. We’ve run in some pretty large races before, but this was definitely one of the bigger ones.

Turkeys were everywhere. And I do mean everywhere.

Forest Gump decided to go for a little run, too.

And here we are!

It was a bit unconventional, but we made the holiday our own. We missed being with the rest of the family for more of a traditional meal, but we were together. Half-empty, half-full, either way, we had a cup. And I’m thankful.

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