On Thursday morning, Brennan and I bundled up and walked a half-a-block from our apartment to a VIP parade viewing area ā a luxury afforded to us through my husbandās work.
An officer led us through a crowd 10-deep, around the NYPD barricades, and into a spacious oasis dotting the sea of humanity (that had been camping out in diapers just to get a glimpse of their favorite character soaring above Sixth Avenue).
We had access to food (and hot coffee thank god), bathrooms, seating, and plenty of space to grab a āfront rowā view so we could high-five hundreds of joyous parade-walkers in outrageously fun costumes.

We had to grab a pic with Spider-Man ā my nephewās favorite!
And as I giddily clapped along to the marching bands, oohād and aahād at the balloons, and waved to the eclectic collection of musical artists passing by (oh hi there Busta Rhymes⦠Debbie Gibson⦠Jewel⦠and Shaggy?), I thought to myself:
āDamn, Iām a lucky S-O-B.ā
Not just because I got to (comfortably) attend the Macyās Thanksgiving Day Paradeā
Because I had Brennanās loving arm wrapped around me the entire time. ā„ļø
Itās been a rough year.
Back in May, I got sawed in half by the finest surgeons in New York to address a hip problem that had been plaguing me with horrendous pain for years. Iām currently being held together by four titanium screws, and Iām still not 100% off crutches.
I needed my husband more this year than Iāve ever needed him in our entire 13-year relationship. My recovery forced me to rely on him for everything. And he was already busy enough without having to deal with my shit.Ā
But Brennan balanced his insanely demanding job with caring for me so skillfully that he even managed to get a major promotion.
Iām thankful for Brennan every year. Every moment, really.
But this year really tested the āin sicknessā section of our marriage vows, and Bren f*cking aced it. š
Cheers! š»
-Kristin
P.S. ā I hope you enjoyed todayās short note, as I took a little time off for the holiday. Iāll be back in your inbox next Sunday with a full-length edition of Drunk Business Advice.


