Grateful

Grateful

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.

Some Amazing Holiday Spirit ...

Some Amazing Holiday Spirit ...

The Same Dumb Mistake

The Same Dumb Mistake