"Dineeerrr!" Your husband's joyful voice rang though the house as he called for you and the kids to come and eat Thanksgiving dinner.

He insisted on doing it all by himself, making everything. It was his first Thanksgiving he got to spend with you and the kids, usually not being able to make it because of work. But this year, he could. And he wanted it to be perfect.

You walked into the kitchen with your kids, seeing Leon with a big smile as he set up the dining room table.