When the table groans under the weight of the food on it—it must be Thanksgiving.

     When everyone (even Grandma) loosens his or her belt six notches after the meal—it must be Thanksgiving.

     When you’ve cooked for twelve hours to serve a meal that is scarfed down in mere minutes—it must be Thanksgiving.

     When the choices for dessert exceeds that of the dessert menu at the local gourmet restaurant—it must be Thanksgiving.

     When you stop and take the time to count your blessings—it must be Thanksgiving.