As i've gotten older, and yes i know i'm not that old, i've realized that i've taken alot of things for granted that i wish i hadn't. Thanksgiving had always been one of those holidays where i didn't understand what all the fuss was about. It was just a stupid day where my family got excited about turkey and football, and seemingly little else. But it seems like these last couple of years, the true meaning of thanksgiving has come to me.
It's just strange that I never really realized how blessed i am.

My grandfather has been on my mind alot the past few days. He's in town visiting us and he's pretty old. He's got that whole cute old-man thing going on and he's just downright the nicest person you'll ever meet. I didn't realize how nice he was because i'd never really talked to him. Talking is one thing i've tried to do while he's here. It's humbling to realize how old he is and how quickly he could be gone. I don't want that at all. I hope I'm just like him when i grow old, but i better get to learning before it's too late. I'm just scared to death that he'll die and i won't have known him and regret all the missed chances because i was being selfish.

some pictures from thanksgiving