I do love Thanksgiving. Warmth, friends and family, with some gratitude and gravy thrown in? Yes, please.
Grateful, thankful, a life full of noise, laughter, work and fun. Full of dancing, silliness, and so so many tiny articles of clothing.
There isn’t a word big enough. Nothing encompasses the goodness, and fullness, the humbling plenty in my life.
I am so grateful for my husband and the life (and people!) we’ve created together.
I am so grateful for my loving family.
I am so grateful for my generous, genuine, thoughtful, gentle, and funny first.
I am so grateful for my spunky, interested, clever, determined, adaptable, silly second.
And I am so grateful for my cuddly, curious, pleasant, reasonable, thinking third.