We don’t go around the table saying what we’re thankful for at my family’s Thanksgiving dinner.
We don’t say grace, we don’t make toasts. There’s no pontificating about the ‘founding fathers’ at our table because that’s not what Thanksgiving is about for us.
Our Thanksgiving is about laughing as much as it’s about eating.
It’s consistently sitting down to eat at least an hour after we said we would, no matter who is doing the cooking…and being totally fine with that because no one has anywhere else to be.
It’s dogs begging for table treats and people picking at leftovers long after they’ve proclaimed they couldn’t eat another bite.
It’s my husband and my dad watching football together – except my dad falls asleep about ten minutes after he sits down.
It’s my mom and I putting away leftovers and immediately doing all the dishes because that’s how my Nana rolled when my mom was growing up and some habits are worth keeping.
It’s three kinds of pie when we said we were only going to have two, because come on. More pie is ALWAYS better.
Pilgrims and Native Americans don’t factor into our Thanksgiving in the least. Some people might say that’s wrong – that we’re not remembering why we’re here in the first place, that we’ve lost the true meaning of the holiday. I don’t feel the least bit bad though, because I’ve got the three most important people in my life at my table eating and laughing together for another year. Life is short and often brutal, and time is our dearest commodity. Spending it with the people I love is always what I’ll be most thankful for.
Also, did I mention the third pie?
You CAN’T feel bad when there’s three pies available. Well, not mentally, anyway. Physically…maybe.
Happy Thanksgiving, friends…whatever that means to you.