Thanksgiving Day has long been a day of reflection, celebration, family, and traditions in America. I have fond memories from my childhood of my Mom cooking a wide assortment of pies accompanied by pans of dressing, bowls of potatoes, and other family dishes, which only made their way to the table once a year. I can still see my Mom making her famous chicken and dumplings as my father, brother, and I prepared ourselves for a day filled with feasting and football.
My experience changed slightly when I moved an hour and a half away from home to attend college. Thanksgiving began to be marked by the end of the semester and the beginning of studying for finals. Those days included a short trip down I-40, leaving the college world behind and journeying to the world and home, which molded my childhood.
Now, this day is marked by creating that same type of home for my children. My wife and I do not live with family nearby, so many of our Thanksgiving Day meals have been spent with people from our faith family. We have been blessed to gather around a table or a living room, enjoying the company of others.
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