Today is Thanksgiving, and I am thankful.
I’m thankful for you and for your sister. For the laughter you bring to my life, the joy you bring each other, and for making me strive, each and every day, to be a better mother. For the well of patience that, although at times has run dry, is deeper than I ever knew.
I’m thankful for your dad. For the light in his eyes when he looks at you and Natalie, for his willingness to read books in silly voices and build endless block towers, and for shooing me out the door to go for a run when he knows I’ve had a tough day. For being my rock and my sounding board and my port in a storm.
I’m thankful for our family, both near and far. For amazing grandparents on both sides of the ocean, and aunts and uncles and cousins who love you to the moon and back. For willing hands to hold you and bright smiles to match your own and sparkling eyes that say hello, little one, we are so happy to see you.
I’m thankful for all that we are and all that we have. We are, truly and unironically and without question, blessed. It is my hope more than anything that you see this, see how lucky you are and how much in life there is to be grateful for.
Not just today, but every day. But today is as good a day as any to count our blessings. Because today is Thanksgiving.
And I am thankful.