As we’ve finally reached the end of the holiday season, here’s a little story from Thanksgiving that I completely forgot about until now.
I traveled about four hours by car to visit my sister, who was having a large gathering on Thanksgiving Day. But the night before, the only people in the house were me, my parents, my sister, and her husband. Just as we were getting ready to dig into some pizza, my dad gathered us around him in the kitchen.
Please keep in mind that, years ago, he was quite conservative — he once said the following to me, without a hint of irony: “Cotonee, I hate to break this to you, but you’re what some would consider a liberal.” At the time, this was not meant as a compliment.
However, his very serious and heartfelt pre-pizza speech went like this:
“I just wanted to tell you all that I love you very much, and I pray for your health and happiness every night.”
OK, good start.
“And I want you to know that I’m thankful for each and every one of you.”
“But this year, even more than that, what I’m most thankful for is that the Democrats took back the fucking House.”
Couldn’t have said it better my liberal self.