Our Family Table
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Fourteen guests sat around my festively decorated dining room table. Plates overflowed with turkey, dressing, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes and green bean casserole. Glasses sparkled. Polished utensils gleamed.
Happy chatter filled the room. My husband, Mick, presided at one end of the table. I fussed with a few last details before taking my seat at the other end.
I lived for this moment all year. Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. After a divorce and years as a single mother before remarrying, I found deeper meaning in the joy of a big family gathering.
A crowded Thanksgiving table signified God’s abundant generosity. The more guests, the better. I loved to cook. I loved bringing everyone together
This year
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