â€¦I am thankful for my small, â€œa little bit bigâ€ boy who every single day astounds me. Heâ€™s become sweeter, if thatâ€™s possible. More thoughtful. The other night, I sank into DHâ€™s arms, sobbing with exhaustion and overwhelm. â€œDonâ€™t cry mommy,â€ he said, and then put both hands on my face and tried to move my cheeks into a smile. Tenderly. Earnestly. And I smiled.
â€¦I am thankful for my guy: broad shouldered, full of laughter, driven to make the best life possible for our family; and for the way heâ€™s always game to take the leap with meâ€”to plan for living in Europe in two summers time; or to put up with and support the certain crazy of my writing life. I am thankful for his topaz eyes, and for the fact that he could stop, when we were arguing and wrap me in his arms despite the sharp edged words Iâ€™d flung towards him that were hanging in the air.
â€¦And also for my brilliant sisters; my girlfriends; the way my cat curls up to nap at my hip as I sit on the couch; the way the sun falls through our dining room windows; for our wood stove; for morning lattes, kisses, Project Runway, dark chocolate, Bean hugs, books, and you.