"Every year my mom and I would make the Thanksgiving stuffing late at night. I would sit at the counter and watch her chop all the vegetables. And every year my Dad would come into the kitchen and say "You're still chopping!? All your mother does is chop Jessie! She would sit here and chop for hours if she could." My mom would always give him the side eye and say "Go to bed Chuck" … It sounds silly but it's these little moments that I remember year after year. My Dad passed away, but I'm beyond grateful for my family and all the Thanksgivings I had with everyone together"
