There are few things I loathe more during the holidays than hustling about, rushing from one family scene to another, inhaling an endless stream of lunches and dinners while tacitly acknowledging my loved ones as I excuse myself and race on to the next culinary pit stop.

Though my folks divorced when I was seven, I still remember this time of year as a time to relax, play and enjoy my time with my family. And, of course, eat until I can't move. Save that last bit, it isn't quite the same anymore.

This Thanksgiving, Maddie and I have been given a reprieve. Her Mom called to let me know they're staving off the madness until the weekend.

I'd geared up with anxiety over how things would play out Thursday; rarely is it this easy. Of course, I get Maddie often — that is, often for a single father. And having her in my home is my joy.

But my heart is filled and I am warmed when, together, we visit our family, when she gets to run and play with her cousins, when her aunts and uncles and grandparents and great-grandparents get to love on her and ask her about school and, well, just be together.

It's going to be a good holiday.

Happy Thanksgiving!