This guy.



This guy. The man. The myth. The Legend.

Sometimes he goes by Pops. Sometimes, Popsicle. Sometimes he’s Dad or Grandpa.

Whatever we call him, he’s my dad and I’m thankful for him.

When I was a little girl, my dad was the designated Turkey Slicer each year at Thanksgiving. I used to love watching him take the electric knife and shave off pieces. My favorite memory of Thanksgiving morning is actually him cutting off a few little pieces for us to enjoy before the meal.

I don’t eat meat anymore, but I’m excited to spend Thanksgiving with family again this year.

This happens to be Baby Girl’s first Thanksgiving. As I was thinking through what we could do to make her Thanksgivings special, I was reminded of my memory with my dad. It was a simple little thing- a special moment that he shared with me each year. We were little Turkey Thieves.

I don’t know what Baby Girl will remember from our Thanksgivings each year, but I hope we take time to enjoy the day with her, make time for special moments, and tell her how much we love her.

As the years go on, I look forward to the Thanksgiving cooking we’ll get to do together, the little bites we’ll sneak before the meal, and the time gathered as a family around the table.

I hope you have a wonderful Thanksgiving. Make some awesome memories. Each way too much pumpkin pie. And sneak your kids little bites of food as you prepare the meal.





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