My mother's eyes opened wide as she looked at my dad with bewilderment before looking at my sisters and I. It was clear that she didn’t know how to cut it or serve it. The anticipation and hunger in our eyes were too much for her to keep us waiting longer, so after taking a deep breath she loudly said, “Attaaaack!”
Thoughts of that day my sisters and I “attacked” the turkey brought a big smile within me. I quickly realized how much I took our family celebrations for granted when I noticed the lack of "thanksgiving" and close family interaction. It was a fun party, but it just didn't have that meaningfulness that I was accustomed with.
More Thanksgiving Days have passed since then, but they all seem to become more diluted in meaning as more people gravitate toward the festive side of the day. I was lucky several years back to sit around the dining room table of my friend, James, to share their Thanksgiving dinner with his family and other mutual friends. Nothing beats a Thanksgiving around the dining room table, except for two dining room tables connected to each other, as was the case at James' house.