This Thanksgiving, my entire family will be here. Me. My wife. All my kids.
It will very likely be the last time I have everyone under the same roof again for a very long time, if ever.
December 1st, my oldest moves off to Seattle, to follow her dreams of being an artist, and get a fresh start on life.
Next fall, my oldest son will be off to college, probably at University of Utah. From that point on, Thanksgivings will be quieter. Smaller. Less full.
Sadder.
My little flock is breaking up, leaving the nest for good. I wasn't prepared for how this would make me feel, but I know one thing: I have to make this Thanksgiving the best one ever. I want everyone going their separate ways with a place they can call home, no matter where they are. And I want them to want to come home.


all about positives and not the negatives
