The moment I decided my Thanksgiving traditions should change occured many years ago, shortly after my wife and I married. We traveled mid-state for some ham and turkey, and to visit with my family. One additional person--my paternal grandmother--was visiting too. It was odd and uncomfortable; we barely knew each other because she was reclusive and sort of selfish with her time.
I think it was one of the first times--if not the first time--my wife had met my grandma.
As we sat around the table, my grandma mentioned a young woman she'd recently met at church. During a conversation they had, the young woman realized the family connection and mentioned she dated me during our junior high school years. I confirmed we had.
It was at that point in the conversation my grandma said:
"I wish you had married that girl."
As my friend Jackie says, it was "a Thanksgiving miracle" moment.
Enjoy the day! And be sure to make your own traditions and memories.