Day 961
My dad used to gently tease my mom because she cries easily. A sweet commercial or kids book could instantly bring tears. He would tell people even parades caused waterworks. Today I'm the one crying through a parade. Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade has always been the most important part of the holiday for my dad. I remember snuggling in with him under a big blanket with plates of cinnamon rolls and big cups of cocoa in our laps. He would show us all of the people working together to move each massive float and get excited when he caught a glimpse of a character coming up that he knew we would love. Thanksgiving morning was magic. As we got older we chose to sleep through the parade, more often than not. He would still make the cinnamon rolls and watch the parade alone on the couch. We'd tumble out of bed eventually and usually catch Santa on tv before the parade ended. I wish I could get those parades back. When my eldest son was old enough to be interested, he would s