Ah, Thanksgiving...

Ah, Thanksgiving--a day dedicated to food, family, and the annual tradition of Uncle Jim reading just one more headline about politics on his phone before someone “accidentally” unplugs the Wi-Fi. 

It’s a brutiful blend of burnt rolls, mismatched tables and chairs, and the eternal debate over whether cranberry sauce should jiggle like a gelatinous can shaped cylinder or have real berries and reside in a crystal dish.

Naturally, there’s always that one guest who arrives three hours early “to help” but spends the whole time narrating their latest health drama--with photos if you're lucky. Meanwhile, the kids are either reenacting an MMA match in the living room/octagon or covertly feeding their green beans to the dog, who is now visibly regretting his life choices and lack of turkey.

The kitchen is its own battlefield, where General Grandma is whisper-shouting about her secret stuffing recipe (which everyone knows is just Stove Top that's been zhuzhed with extra sage), and someone’s trying to “fix” the gravy with copious amounts of wine--and not in the pot.

But despite the mayhem, it’s a day we wouldn’t trade for anything--because every laugh, eye roll, and second helping is a reminder of what family and friends are: gloriously imperfect, endlessly entertaining, and the best thing to be thankful for--just as we are thankful for you, dear Readers. 

From all of the Reds to all of you, Happy Thanksgiving!