Thanksgiving is a change of pace holiday. There are no gifts under the tree, no fireworks, no eggs to find. There is food, and more food, and then some more food. And there is family. Brothers and sisters and parents we don’t see often enough. There is yelling, and teasing, and laughing. And there is love. All the things a holiday should be, with none of the distractions. Some people say you can’t go home again. For me, it happens every Thanksgiving.