Thanksgiving is my family’s measuring stick and I will really miss it this year.
Not the food or any particular part of the celebration.
The little things.
When one of the nieces or nephews makes the move from the kids’ table to sit with the adults.
Or when, after years of scraping uneaten vegetables off plates into the compost bin, the kids develop a taste for holiday food and all of a sudden, we’ve run out of potatoes and turnips.
I know this, because I do the dishes.
It used to be parents, elbow to elbow in the kitchen blowing on piping hot food, cutting it up, dark meat only here, no peas there.
Then we graduated as a family to the buffet system.
Turkeys will come and go, but I’ll miss the kids dropping off their plates in the sink with a thank you.
My Take: By Matthew McCully
