Thanksgiving really is here. I mean, wasn’t it just New Year’s Eve? When I was a kid, I couldn’t wait for Thanksgiving, for three very specific reasons, food, Thanksgiving Day Parades on TV, and the start of the Christmas season. It seemed like it took forever to get here. As an adult, though, it’s here long before I’m ready. Turkey, cranberries, yams, stuffing, mashed potatoes, and family. There it is… that last word… family. In all the mess and stress of getting together the feast, I sometimes found myself focusing on the minor details. Did I baste the turkey on time? Are the green beans done? Is the silver polished. And a whole myriad of other details that just MUST go into Thanksgiving. Then it hit me. Last Thanksgiving, it was worried about this thing, and timing that thing to finish on time, and I just felt like I had enough. Through all the thoughts in my head about what ad to be done, I heard something. It was quiet at first, like it was down a long tunnel. But it gradually became louder so that I could make out what it was. It was my kids. Rather it was the sound of their laughter. No sibling arguments, nothing breaking, no anything but the simple sound of them laughing. It drove home the single most important aspect of the Thanksgiving gathering (at least for me). Family. We get caught up in the daily details of getting through the year. As parents, we have so much on us to get done. Make meals, go to work, pay bills, school and homework, extra curricular activities, choral recitals, and the list is never ending. I realized, that if the mashed potatoes were a little too lumpy, it wasn’t the point, and it isn’t that big a deal. I’m here, in my home, with my family, enjoying a moment in my life that will never come again. It doesn’t matter if your tradition is Turkey, tacos, or take out. What matters is being with those we love, and being thankful that we are. I hope you have a very Happy Thanksgiving.