I love Thanksgiving.
I love that it's a holiday all about food, friends, and family. There's not a ton of extra stuff that goes along with it (like cookie exchanges and mall Santas and all the other fun, yet stress-inducing, calendar things that come along with Christmas.)
I love that it marks the beginning of Advent. The beginning of the Christmas season. The beginning of longing, of hoping, of waiting.
I love leaves and apple cider and going home to see my family and I love mashed potatoes and pecan pie and, honestly, I love any excuse for a long-weekend.
Both are equally amazing pursuits.