Thanksgiving....

 I was ready for Zahir to come home Tuesday. Imagine my surprise when the door opened and he walked in with my Grandma and Grandpa. Baba and Mama flew them over to have an American style Thanksgiving in Amman Jordan. I am so happy.

 There was an unpleasant moment. Grandma was the first to notice the fresh scar on my arm. For the record she didn't buy the cooking accident story the family told her.  I told her that I don't remember actually doing it. There was just so much stress, pain and pressure in my life. For one moment I just gave in to a dark impulse. She said she understood and hugged me in our garden.

 Thursday morning Aunt Meghan arrived. She couldn't get away on Monday. We have had a long talk. We share a little bit more in common. She knows something about depression and self harm. Turns out she did what I did when they found Mom's body.

 Aunt Meg will be returning to the States on Sunday. Meemaw and Pawpaw will be staying with us until we fly to Tampa for commencement. PawPaw had a long private "chat" with Zahir in the garden last night. When they came back Pawpaw has asked if he could give me away to Zahir when we have the Christian ceremony in the garden next week. I got weepy and said yes. I wonder how many people have three wedding ceremonies for the same person?

 This has been the best Thanksgiving in my life.


Chase