Prior to enjoying our Thanksgiving meal in 2011, we each took a moment to express gratitude for a special blessing that has greatly impacted [our lives]. That year, my 7-year-old daughter became tearful and refused to take part in our yearly tradition. [Since] the empty seat at the table--my husband's--was profoundly affecting her, Gianna was allowed to skip her turn. ... While tucking her in bed that evening, I explained that firemen can't always be home on special days with the people they love most. As much as she was missing him, he was missing her, too. I reminded her that he was a very special hero who saves lives and was needed by many others. As we cuddled, she fell asleep with her eyes still damp from the tears she cried. The following morning, my exhausted husband finally arrived home. He took a quick shower and upon exiting the bathroom, he was greeted by a beautiful little girl dressed in his bunkers. Smiling, she wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered, "I'm thankful that you're a hero. I love you." –Tanya Pulido