Well, I’m a week late in writing my annual Thanksgiving post. But somehow I found it easier to host dinner for 7 adults, 5 children and a baby, than to get around to blogging about it.
Actually, I blogged about the food here. But I’m talking about the actual “giving thanks” part of Thanksgiving. In part, because I feel more thankful than ever this year. It’s hard to know where to begin, but I will try to keep it simple.
I am so incredibly thankful that our family grew this year to welcome the most beautiful baby boy, and that he is healthy and delightful. I am thankful to have gone through a transformative pregnancy, a healing birth experience, and that my mental health support and treatment has brought me to an incredibly content place.
I am thankful for all the support I received this year. I’ve made amazing friends and formed close relationships with family in the years since Luella was born, but this is the year, I really felt my “village” in a true sense. Women are amazing.
Most of all I am thankful for the love in our lives. Every day I feel like I read about something else unspeakably awful going on in the world. More than ever, I am thankful for everything my family has – a roof over our heads, and a stable income that affords our children many opportunities, such as the privilege of having Jim at home on paid leave with us for so long. I am thankful we’ve found a preschool for Luella that matches our values and thankful that we’ve all been in relative good health.
But mostly, the love.