One of my most favorite thanksgivings ever.

 That’s my sister and I, six years ago.

I was 7 months pregnant.  

Or 17 months.  

What’s the difference, anyway? My scale couldn’t tell you.

I’m willing to bet $1 million dollars that the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade was playing on the tv to the left of us. 

My mom either took this picture or was in the kitchen stirring mashed potatoes and making the best gravy ever known to man.  Probably all of the above.

My hand is bandaged up because I had just come back from the emergency room where an ER doc had picked poppy seeds out of a profusely bleeding gash in my hand and stitched all back up...seedless.  Yes, I was the dumb one who sliced a bagel…while holding it in my hand.  
And the knife? Sllllllllllllllice.  Right through the bagel, into my hand.

I know you are looking at the title of my post right about now and wondering if I am a sick, sick girl.  
Keep reading though.  I’m getting to my favorite part.

My favorite memory is right before this pic was taken.  My hand hurt so, so bad. And even though it was my left hand, I was surprised to learn how many times a right-hander depends on their left hand in everyday tasks. 

So my sister sat cross-legged on my bed with me.  
She did my hair. 
She helped stuff my pregnant belly into a dress. 
She did my makeup. 

And naturally, because this is my sister we are talking about, she cracked jokes the whole time, and made fun of my makeup saying things like “YOU USE A TOOTHBRUSH AS YOUR EYEBROW BRUSH?!”

And I had to defend myself and say things like: “WHAT?! It wasn’t like a USED toothbrush! It was one of the ones the dentist gave out. Besides, it works really well!”

And the tears of laughter only got worse when she read my…ahem…eyebrow brush said “Dr. Smith” on it, with the ever so convenient phone number personalized right next to his name, so I could easily remember to schedule my follow up visits.

I’m pretty sure this means Sephora has me black-listed now.

But my point in all of this?

Some of the best memories of a holiday can come from where you least expect it.

Like toothbrushes in your make up bag.