The line moved slowly, winding through the produce section, inching so slowly. Nat King Cole’s calming timber wasn’t working its magic on everyone in the line, and I felt for the Whole Food’s employees, each one most likely wishing he had put in a time off request sooner than the coworkers who did. Your Daddy joined me to wait, and we tried to guess what everyone’s story around us was on this Thanksgiving Day. No one looked happy, and after an hour I laughed to myself. We were waiting to pick up food that we would never eat. Giving wasn’t going to be easy this year, but I was determined that it was going to be worth it.