“Last Thanksgiving my husband was deployed overseas and I’d totally lost my holiday spirit. He’d always carved the turkey, made his famous stuffing and led the prayer at dinner. But now the kids and I only had a phone call.
“Unable to face his empty chair at our table, I took my boys to their favorite diner on Thanksgiving Day. I thought it would be fun, but it just didn’t feel right. As our server filled water glasses, she caught me swiping tears from my cheek.
“‘I think I know what you need,’ she said touching my shoulder. She walked away briefly and returned with three giant pieces of pumpkin pie. ‘When I feel sad, I try to think of all the things I’m thankful for,’ she added. I smiled as my boys’ faces lit up at the huge slices.
“Comforted by her kindness, I asked the boys what they were grateful for. Between bites of pie, they said our house, our dog and talking to Daddy this morning. My heart swelled and my spirit lifted. ‘God always gives us more blessings than trials!’ our waitress said with a wink.
“From that day forward, we began saying what we are thankful for over our nightly dessert. It reminds us that we have so much to be grateful for. And I always say a silent thanks to the sweet waitress whose faith taught me that with God, every day is Thanksgiving!”
—Ami Willard, 38, Raleigh, NC