Thanksgivin' Days

Anyone who has known me for any length of time has heard me boast of my Native American heritage -- though a small fraction of the blood flowing through my veins (like 1/64th), I claim it proudly. So of course, Josh has heard of this.
Thanksgiving morning, when I was focused on Christmas long-johns and finding a tree for our little home, Josh refused to let me ignore the holiday at hand. I woke him up to tell him that I am thankful for him, and then he decided that we should be pilgrims and Indians for the day. That didn't actually really happen, but he let me be Pocahontas even though she was not present at Plymouth rock. That is true love.
And yesterday, while we were driving, Josh gave himself an Indian name. Due to the curse word present in the aforementioned name, it shall remain unknown to you. But when I asked him what my Indian name should be, he said "Princess." Again with the love.

But in all seriousness, we had a wonderful holiday. I am especially thankful for family this year, and all the new people that word encompasses. Having two families to love and support you is doublely awesome. We were sad to miss seeing both of them this year, since we were stuck in town because of my retail job. But we were so graciously adopted by a dear friend from church, and we got to eat wonderful homecooked food, watch football, talk about ministry, and just generally enjoy the present company. It was truly a blessing.

And last night, we had a bunch of friends over to celebrate the beginning of the Christmas season with baked gloriousness, spirits, games and some spontaneous dance partying. In preparation, Josh and I finally finished setting up our apartment ... and everyone loved it. It was so nice to settle in last night with all appliance boxes gone and everything in its place. It really feels like OUR little home.

One last little conversational treat for you from this morning:
Emily: "Would you still love me if I smiled like this (insert ugliest face of all time)?"
Josh: "Yes, I would still love you. If your face looked like a tennis racket, I would love you. If your feet were marshmallows, I would eat them. And I would love you."