At the time, it honestly seemed pretty corny. Every year at Thanksgiving, our family held hands for prayer around the table and Dad would ask each of us to share something we were thankful for. Then he would finish with something he was thankful for and bless the food.
Looking back on it today, with my father no longer with us, I realize how special this tradition was. Part of what made it so special is that Mom and Dad, my aunt and uncle by blood, took me in when I was 12 years old from a very broken home. They gave me a stable home with love, and most importantly, a grounded faith. I intend to carry on Dad’s tradition at our Thanksgiving table this year. And, I thought I would start a new tradition for our Sundog family and ask each of our team members to share with you one thing they are thankful for this year.
