Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving morning I woke up laying on my side facing the middle of the bed. I heard J's little earnest grunts and prods. He was trying to lift up the covers and peek under them. He thought he would find our new little baby under the sheets and he was anxious to kiss him and snuggle with him. (The baby was in the cradle.) That's a good way to start the day as a mom. We have a crazy, loud, and sometimes frantic house. But we are richly blessed, and we know where we need to direct our gratitude.