Last night, my son woke up every hour on the hour.
A few weeks ago (on Halloween) my husband and I watched the movie It’s Alive—the tale of a mutated baby that serially kills his way through Los Angeles–and last night? I was sure our littlest one was going for a remake.
Despite this (and maybe because it gave me plenty of time to think) I was profoundly grateful. He is a healthy, robust, hungry boy and I am so thankful he came into my life this year.
So, this year on thanksgiving I am not thinking of sleepless nights or the coming winter I fear will be spent languishing indoors, I am thinking of my children and the fun we will continue to have together and all the richness they have brought into my life.
This year, I am most grateful for this: