Handing Down the Family Dishes

Ask me what my favorite holiday is.

I guarantee your answer to be Thanksgiving.

Yes, the eight-year-old in me wants to jump up and down and scream,

"CHRISTMAS!!!!!"
I mean who doesn't love Christmas? 

However, this now twenty-six year old has over the years slowly allowed

her once favorite holiday, which was filled with stockings, hot chocolate,

ornaments and presents, to scoot on down the list.

Being back home and closer to family has truly given me a new appreciation

of sitting down to Thanksgiving dinner with my family.

Remember THIS POST?

Last year Bryan and I hosted our first "engaged" Thanksgiving.

Actually, let's back up a minute there.

Bryan's Dad cooked the turkeys.

Mom was on champagne duty.

Bryan's Mom, Grandma and Aunt all brought sides.

I guess I should rephrase that:

This year Bryan and I set the table and made two casseroles. 

And man did I set that frickin' table.

Thanksgiving last year was particularly exciting for two reasons:

One. My amazing then-fiance made us the most beautiful 

farm house table. It was a project I literally could not wait for him to 

start on once we moved into our new home and holy cow did the guy deliver.

Two. One day in early November, while Bryan had begun the farm house-table-making

process, Mom and I were over at Grandma's. You see Grandma is starting to go through the 

"I need to get rid of everything in my house" phase in her life and between Mom,

Aunt Sherry and myself, we're all terrified that she is going to throw something

important away. Mom was going through her cabinets and reached up and 

grabbed one of the familiar, beautiful, off-white dishes trimmed with autumn reds 

and browns, "Want to use these on your new table this year for Thanksgiving?" she asked.

YES. What a GREAT idea! 

In our family we don't have a set game plan of who hosts what holiday and where.

It's usually decided on only a few weeks prior but whenever Grandma's turn to host was up,  you could bet those dishes were spread across her big dining room table beautifully.

Grandma agreed to let me use them this year and I could. not. wait.

I may or may not have played with them for hours after Mom dropped them off at my house later that week. And by "play with them" I mean I literally set the entire table with them

and started playing with runner ideas, what napkins I would use and other fun details.

If you're wondering what Bryan is doing during all of this, let's be honest,

he's used to it at this point and kind of just shakes his head and walks by.

Thanksgiving came and went and the dishes were put away.

It was decided that Grandma would split up the set of 12 and hand down 6 to Aunt Sherry

and 6 to Mom. Sometime in early December Mom informed me that she was giving

her portion of the dishes to me because she knew how much I loved them.  

They're not just my Grandmother's dishes, they're my Grandmother's MOTHER'S dishes.

To have such a beautiful family heirloom passed down to me- and they're something that I

will use and truly appreciate- made my heart just feel so full.

Quite a few are chipped, some are faded..  but I could care less. 

I have a little piece of tradition that I get to set my Thanksgiving table with every year.

Every year I'll think of past Thanksgivings at Grandma's when there would be almost 20 of us.
The cousins would have the smaller "kid chairs" at the table. Regardless of our age
or size, we were kids. And we sat in the smaller chairs. 

Uncle Jim would be sleeping on the living room floor after dinner. 

Dad and Grandpa would drink canned Budweiser while watching football.
Does this ring a bell to any of you?
The point is I'm starting to get older and I value even the most simple of things so much more.
Grandma, Aunt Sherry and Mara obviously took note of my special appreciation
for those dishes because I received some new additions as a Bridal Shower gift recently.
They actually FOUND some matching pieces in thrift stores all around our hometown.

Yes, I know. Clearly feeling a little nostalgic over here but the Fall months
always do that to me! Mid-October and I'm already ready to break these babies back out.
Happy Fall Y'all!
47 days til Thanksgiving, folks!