Today was a first. The first Turkey day in which all the kids ATE some of everything, the first time each kiddo had his/her own dish to make, and it was, of course, Rowdy's first ever Thanksgiving.
Mud pie made the cranberry sauce, Fish made a huge fruit salad, St. Nick set the table, glazed the ham, and learned how to make gravy. And as we ate, we talked about what we were grateful for.
I am grateful. For so much. For Rowdy and Fish and Pie and Nick. For Dr. D. For surviving these last few challenging years. I'm grateful, in a way, for these years and their challenges. Or for these years despite the challenges? A refining fire is hot, and being refined hurts like hell. But the glimmer is worth it.