First of all, I’m having difficulty processing the fact that Thanksgiving Day is 48 hours away. It should still be October.

Secondly, I’ve been having some serious nostalgic moments lately, specifically around all things Thanksgiving.

Growing up, we always had Thanksgiving at our house. The house would be jam packed with family members and probably enough food to feed Custer’s army.

I loved how people from my Dad’s side of the family interacted with those from my Mom’s side, which blew my tiny child mind. I always saw the two sides as existing in two different worlds, so it was almost like witnessing Luke Skywalker having a conversation with Scotty from Star Trek fame.

I recall how the grownups sat at the dining room table, while us kids got the folding table also known as kiddie table. I yearned for the day when I’d be big enough to sit with at the big table, but I’m pretty sure I know now which one was more fun.

It’s been a while since all the family has done Thanksgiving together. I kinda miss it. I miss everyone being together and sharing a meal.

Maybe Heaven will be a bit like a big family Thanksgiving dinner with Jesus as the host. I still think I’ll want to sit at the kiddie table.