I think we hit 68 degrees yesterday--Thanksgiving Day. We could have almost had a Thanksgiving picnic! There were just 18 around my parent's table. I was sitting next to Dad and as we sat down with our full plates of delicious foods he commented on how abundantly blessed we are. And then I thought of how we sit down to a meal that is supposed to be rooted in gratitude and how I (along with many others, I suspect) believe I am entitled to this extravagant meal. Could I still have a "Thanksgiving dinner" if it was peanut butter and jelly sandwiches because that was the blessing at that time?