It’s so easy to get lost in what is missing that what’s right in front of me gets blurry.
Dreams of giving birth again, counting newborn fingers and toes, and breastfeeding again can sometimes crowd out the joy in each day.
And I’m truly fighting to keep that from happening. There is already so much beauty in my life.
This Thanksgiving, I will be grateful for…
…a little boy who signs more every night after I sing “You Are My Sunshine.”
…a daughter who beats me every time we play Memory.
…a son who finds enormous joy in polishing off an entire cheese enchilada…with just his hands.
…a daughter who giggles with delight when I let her have some of the Tic Tacs from my purse.
…a son who is suddenly clingy and wants nothing more than to be held by me.
…a daughter who grows smarter by the day and now has a vocabulary that rivals mine.
…a son who greets me each time I walk into the room as though I’ve been gone for days.
…a daughter who simply beams when her father comes home from work each day.
…two healthy and happy children and a husband who lights my world.
I could truly go on for pages.
But lastly, I am so incredibly appreciative of you for coming here to read my words and offering me such amazing support through all of this. You are such a gift.
My life is more about what’s in front of me than what’s not.
Happy Thanksgiving to each of you!