Thanksgiving

A few days ago our neighbors had their grandchildren over to play. One was an infant clinging to his mama, the other a soft-spoken girl about five years old content staying at Nana's house, but the third, an almost nine year-old boy, was more than happy to visit our house and play all day with our crew. I was given a quick glimpse at my future, and for the rest of the day all I could think about was how thankful I was to be exactly where I am today.

Thankful doesn't quite sum it up, but it's a gratitude worth remembering...

Thankful there are tears from my boys eyes due to spankings instead of my tears from their separation.

Thankful I have to deal with speech therapy instead of screen therapy.

Thankful I have to learn potty training again instead of party training.

Thankful my kids are still sweet, sincere and simple, NOT sassy, sophisticated and stressed.

Thankful they don't think to compare their lives with others, yet.

Thankful they are excited about the little things.

Very thankful we are all home instead of hospitalized for Thanksgiving!

Somehow Luca is already eating his first solids!? It's all happening so quickly, but I'll take all the leaf eating and sweet potato throwing this year they can bring my way! It's tiring, but it's a good, long day kind of tiring. I just hope I am always thankful no matter how much these boys grow.

~Thankful Buster