It’s Thanksgiving morning, and the house is already filled with the delicious smell of roasting turkey. Stephanie is in the kitchen, carefully preparing the feast, her apron slightly dusted with flour from making pies earlier. Jake sits in the living room, keeping an eye on the parade on TV while playing with their three daughters.

“Daddy, look!” Lilly, the oldest at five, holds up a turkey-shaped craft she made in preschool. “Isn’t it cute?”

Jake grins. “It’s perfect, Lilly! Let’s hang it on the fridge so everyone can see it.”

Layla, the three-year-old, waddles over holding a plastic spoon, pretending to stir an imaginary bowl. “I’m helping Mommy cook!” she announces proudly.

Jake laughs. “You’re doing a great job, Layla. I’ll let Mommy know her assistant chef is hard at work.”

Lila, the baby, sits in her high chair giggling and throwing Cheerios on the floor. Max, their golden retriever, eagerly cleans up her mess, tail wagging.

As the afternoon rolls on, the dining table is set with Stephanie’s best dishes. She steps back to admire her work, wiping her hands on her apron. “Okay, everyone! Dinner’s ready!”

The family gathers around the table. Jake carves the turkey while Lilly and Layla take turns saying what they’re thankful for. Lilly chimes in, “I’m thankful for Mommy and Daddy!” Layla adds, “And Max!”