Passing The Baton

Day 22

Our nation sets aside one day a year to pause and give thanks for all that we have. A day to gather with family and friends to enjoy a special meal together.

Most families have traditions. Who makes the pies, the recipe used for the stuffing, and who carves the blessed bird. In the Schoonover family the turkey carver has always been Uncle Gene.

This year there was a changing of the guard so to speak. We all stood back and watched Uncle Gene pass his knife on to my husband Dave and give him instructions on how to carry out this duty properly.

If you read my posts at all, I’m sure this is a shock to you, but I tend to look deep in to every day situations at the meaning below the surface. I know, this is big news. I am a little choked up at the passing of this baton. I am proud of the man my husband has grown into, I am sad that Uncle Gene is feeling the need to pass on his duties, and I can’t believe that it means we’re the grown ups. When did that happen?

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