So I think I’ve gained enough weight to make the floor creak in new places. Maybe I should enjoy my new found instruments and make an organized orchestra of melody.
Today is Thanksgiving. To say I’m “thankful” is an understatement. If someone had told me two years ago that today I’d be 5 months pregnant, Steve would be out of the hospital and living a relatively healthy life, certainly in spirit and that we’d be happy, really happy I would’ve kicked them in the junk. But here we are. It’s easy to bypass the notion of where we’ve come but it’s more important to never forget. Not only am I grateful for what we’ve overcome but I’m thankful to think ahead, to think of where we’ll be this time next year. I hope that next year I can look back and be even more amazed as to where we’ve come and feel the same amount of love and gratitude that I feel right now. Happy Thanksgiving everyone, in the truest sense of the phrase