A most perfect holiday

As soon as the plane touched down at my Thanksgiving destination (after of course it snowed in the airport!), Dear Boyfriend took me to a cozy little coffee shop downtown.

The almond biscotti was seriously the best I’ve ever had!

Is this not the most beautiful drink?!

Flowers by the trash bin!

After our lattes we took a leisurely stroll around the city and went out to a fancy-schmancy-pants restaurant. Where, it should be noted, I CAUGHT MY HAIR ON FIRE. But I’ll just tease you with that and write more on that later!

The next day, on Thanksgiving, I enjoyed a long run in the neighborhood where Dear Boyfriend’s dad lives (we were staying with him). It’s in a kinda rural area, so no one ever fences in their dogs, and on my run I became the Pied Piper of Pups, so to speak. I think I counted at least four dogs that starting running after/with me! It was pretty early, so the barking woke up a lot of neighbors — I’m sure this ingratiated me to the neighborhood! 😉

While Dear Boyfriend’s stepmom finished cooking Thanksgiving dinner, I tuned into the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade.

…And lost my left arm to their adorable pup Buddy:

I didn’t need that left arm anyway, Buddy.

After lunch Dear Boyfriend and I watched my Panthers win (woohoo!!!! Twelve and oh baby!! <— at time of writing).

The food was delicious, the company even better, and I truly felt (and still feel!) more grateful than ever for this wonderful life I lead. If you’ve been reading my blog regularly, you’ll know that I was pretty darn nervous for Thanksgiving this year. But it went about as well as it possibly could have. Everyone (well, most everyone) was very lovely towards me, and I loved every moment of it, even the awkward ones.



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