[This is part of a series of posts we are doing as personal blog posts to feed your souls. Check out the rest of them here.]
The holidays are always a special time of year for me. The memories of Thanksgiving at Nannies with anywhere between 13 and 20 family members squeezed into her tiny house, and Christmas at Granddaddy and Grannies farm with the other side of the family all come flooding back with the first Christmas song I hear on the radio.
Emotions fly high as I think about some of the times we had and the memories that I will never forget. Like the time I finished an entire chess pie at Thanksgiving. By myself. No one realized that each time I went by the dessert table I was grabbing another slice until the pie was all gone and no one had eaten any of it! Or the championship that my dad and I won at one of the last Thanksgivings the whole family had together (You’ll have to be a part of the family for the whole story).