Turkeys, Traditions and Trading Holidays
Ryan and I are so fortunate to both be family-oriented people but an unfortunate reality of this is dividing up the holidays. It is something that I believe most couples have to conquer and it always leaves someone a little sad. We could not be more thrilled about becoming a family of our own, but we want to be able to share the special moments with our families as well.
Growing up, almost every adult told me, "You can't have your cake and eat it too." Well, despite my intro, Ryan and I did exactly that this Thanksgiving. (Well with pie- pumpkin and apple to be exact.) We had our first Casey-Magee holiday.
Author's note: For those expecting some classic movie crazy and drama filled in-law event, you might as well stop reading now because I fear you might find the rest of this post annoying at how wonderfully everyone got along. (Our dads even talked politics and then still sat next to each other at the dinner table.) So sorry to disappoint.
Ryan's parents and younger brothers recently moved to Tarpon Springs, Fla. so it automatically became the destination spot- especially with three of his four sisters coming home for thanksgiving break.
Now, don't forget: the whole point of this post is that we got both families together.
My older sister lives in Tampa so my parents made the trip up there Wednesday, attempting to avoid traffic- slightly unsuccessful but they get an A for effort. The game plan was that the three of them would come to Tarpon and join the 10 of us (don't worry Matt- I didn't forget you. For the uninformed readers: Matt is the cousin) and we were to spend the day by the pool and then all share a giant bird.
Unlike my last article, believe it or not, that's exactly what happened.
In order for us to not feel like large cows come Thursday evening, Torey, Maddie, Meghan and I all went for a run. Now, I will fully admit that when we walked out the door, I was under the impression that the route in total was 1.5 miles (an amount I could trick myself into thinking I could fully run). It was when we got to the halfway point that I realized the run in total was in fact 3 miles. Needless to say, Maddie and I decided that the whole jog, sprint, walk method was actually more beneficial to us. Whether beneficial to our waist line or purely our sanity, I'm not sure. Torey and Meghan: props to you guys for being overachievers and running the whole way.
After a set of abs (because I mean, if our legs were going to die so were our stomachs), the pool was an immediate must.
It's at this point of my recollection that I feel like pictures do more justice than my words ever could. The sun and sky were too perfect to describe and there were too many laughs to try and recreate the jokes told.
That being said, feel free to read my witty / sarcastic / cheesy captions below if you want more explanation.
Another Author's Note to Rylee and Tim: I am so sorry that you aren't featured in any of the pictures below but my photoshop skills are just not up to par. But don't worry: I have volunteered your family for a photo shoot with myself come Christmas time. If you guys aren't up to it, I really just need Gemma :)
As if there wasn't enough to be thankful for in that one day alone, the following days were filled with group bike rides, corn hole tournaments, bonfires and lots of football, each day ending with the closing curtain of a beautiful sunset; each one prettier than the last.
Now as we approach Christmas, the dividing might become a little more difficult and there's no doubt we'll struggle with the same dilemma about 350 days from now but when it all comes down to it, it's a struggle we're lucky to have. Bottom line is either way we cut the cake, or pie, we get to spend the holidays surrounded by people we love.