“All right, y’all, let’s bless the food.” We've not yet gotten to Thanksgiving, but I know exactly how the events of the day will go.

My father-in-law will corral the family, minutes after my husband and I hit the door of my grandmother-in-law's Lathrup Village ranch-style home. We’ll be the last remaining family members to show up, and the others will suppress the urge to shame us for our late arrival.

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