A few years ago, Bronwen, myself, and Marisa decided to go to New York City for the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. It was the first time in my life I hadn’t spent Thanksgiving morning watching the parade in my parents’ home with my sisters, but there it was, live right in front of me.
Forget the fact I had food poisoning and let’s just focus on the fact we were in New York City on Thanksgiving Day.
It. Was. Awesome.
We got to our spot on 70th Avenue and Central Park West around 5 am, and within a few short hours, the parade began to pass us.
All the things you see on television, we saw too, except the Broadway performances.
Santa Claus and the reindeer made their way through our intersection around 10 am and it was done.
The massive and tightly packed crowd started to disperse as soon as the policemen let us onto Central Park West. The girls and I couldn’t quit talking about the parade. The floats up-close are incredibly detailed and artistic. Some of our favorite television stars and musicians were right in front of our eyes. The balloons are bigger than you can even imagine.
We giggled and recapped as we walked all through Central Park, back to where we stayed, grabbed our luggage, and headed back south for the winter.
I will absolutely never forget it. It’s one of the coolest things I’ve ever gotten to do.
It wasn’t a typical holiday. But being a single adult doesn’t always lend for typical holidays. The three of us saw a really fun opportunity and we decided to go for it.
When moments like that happen, when chances like that arise, don’t let them pass you by.
If I’m getting real honest, there are memories like this, attending the Thanksgiving Day Parade, that I thought I’d share with my own little family, and maybe someday I will. But in the back of my mind, in some filing cabinet that is dusty because I rarely open it, is a file of experiences and memories that I have always thought I’d save for when I got married.
I don’t want to buy a house until I’m married.
I don’t want to travel to Europe until I’m married.
I don’t want to start my own business until I’m married.
I don’t want to get involved in that ministry until I’m married.
I don’t want to visit Napa, California, until I’m married.
It’s one thing to enjoy watching a parade pass you by; it’s quite another to watch life pass you by for the sake of “someday I’ll share this with my husband.”
Open your eyes to the opportunities that God has placed in front of you and say yes to them. Go on that mission trip. Visit that new city. Attend that dance class. See the parade in person.
Live your life.
I guess the holidays sometimes, to me, feel like a season where I bemoan all the memories I’m not making instead of looking around for the ones waiting to be made.
Don’t let those pass you by.
And seriously. Go see the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade in person. And if you can get us seats in the bandstands, I’ll meet you there!
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