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.

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

Is this not the most beautiful drink?!

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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:

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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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