36 hours to go

Well, on Wednesday Michael and I will once again set out on the epic road trip home to Tennessee. Me, him, two dogs, one cat, and twelve hours of road...I am so excited.
No, really, I am truly excited. I haven't been home for Thanksgiving in seven years and I can't wait to be in the warm embrace of my family eating turkey and soaking up all the love I can in three days.
I even get to go shopping with my mother-in-law and sister-in-law on Black Friday; another event that I've missed the last seven years. And these women are serious shoppers. I fully intend on exhausting myself with them and probably killing Michael in the process because his least favorite activity is shopping.
And finally, on Saturday we are going to the UT vs. KY game at Neyland Stadium! Go Vols! Yet one more activity I've missed out on these last seven years.
There was a lot to be said for flying around the world and being a gypsy but there's even more to be said for friends and family and celebrating the holidays with the people you love. And even though I will not be making a special announcement at the dinner table this year I am confident that one day I will. (Hey, there's always Christmas, right?)