Family

I am thankful for having the most unique, sassy, hilarious family in the world and my aunt's most-delicious-thing-you'll-ever-eat meatballs.
Every year for Thanksgiving, my family migrates to our doors from all around the South. With the average height well above six feet and personalities to match, they somehow seem to be a thousand people instead of ten. The next hours are full of outrageous jokes and stories, each attempting to outdo the rest. Stories of how my uncle shot a squirrel that was skipping along a branch and which promptly fell on my cousin's head. Tales of oh remember that time when burglars broke into the little store next to my cousin's trailer, and he poked his head out with a machete before reluctantly deciding to just call the police.
And, always, the bucket-full of heavenly meatballs that my aunt cooks every holiday, and for my aunt for not hating me when I eat twenty.