Thanksgiving has always been my favorite holiday for one reason—FAMILY. It is the one holiday of the year that my mom’s side of the family gets together. And when I say, ”get together,” what I really mean is that we all live in the same house for the holiday weekend. This year there were 23 of us. Yeah, can you say, “Communal living!” Sleeping in an actual bed is reserved for the oldest generation and it all trickles down from there. It will hopefully be many more years before I sleep in an actual bed on Thanksgiving weekend. Which might sound horrible to some, but to me it just means that all of us are together yet another time.
My grandparents started this tradition more than 40 years ago and as we add new people to the family, the Hahn family Thanksgiving is going as strong as ever. We had a smaller crowd at the beginning, but I have to say—I love it as much today as I did when I was three. When I was a kid, the highlight of the weekend was prepping and performing the talent show. I still get harassed about the year I sang “The Family Song.” Yep, I wrote it and sang it while sitting on a step stool, as if I was some kind of singer songwriter.
Sure we get together make a feast, watch all the football I need to see for the year, eat way too much, stay up until the wee hours of the morning, but the parts of the weekend that stand out the most to me are the intimate moments that happen in between all of the commotion. These are the memories that I hold close to my heart year after year. These are a few of my favorite moments from 2015.