thanksgiving is one of my favorite days of the year. it is not just the food, or the family, the crisp air, or the food (did i say that already?), but the things it reminds me of, the reasons i feel so lucky to be who i am and where i am. though the high points of the day are many, here are but a few.
each year, i join my best friend and her family at her grandmother’s fifth-floor central park west apartment to watch the macy’s thanksgiving day parade. from this vantage point, our views of the passing marching bands, floats, and waving celebrities are prime.
not to mention the views of central park.
recklessly hanging out the windows, we scream and wave ferociously, hoping to catch the attention of the marchers and celebrities below, all the while grateful to be safely tucked away in the warmth of a heated apartment. we tried hard to get jimmy fallon to look up, even for a second, but to no avail. however, we were redeemed when kristen chenoweth heard our cries, and blew kisses in our direction.
here, family and friends crowd the windows for choice views.
the setting was picturesque and the accommodations enchanting, as they are every year.
i regret to inform that i failed to take pictures of the freshly baked bagels and homemade sour cream coffee cake offered to guests at the apartment. however, the tasteful china to match did not go unnoticed.
after a brisk walk home, it was nearly time to head out again for an early dinner with family. and so began another whole set of reminders of all that i have to be grateful for.