When I think back to my favorite Thanksgiving memories, family is the one thing that pops out in my mind. The food ... not so much.
Picky eater = a plate full of bread.
I'm trying to get better. I am.
I love my family. I am blessed to have grown up in a very close, large extended family ... and we remain that way to this day. These are the kind of memories I want for my children.
As we sit here this morning, waiting for family to arrive and congregating around the television to watch the parade ...
... I can't help but count my many, many blessings. There is just something about this day that makes me sit back and realize how incredibly full my life is.
I have three beautiful children ... two I gave birth to and one I flew half way around the world to find. As chaotic as they are, I smile every day because of them. They make me laugh when they do the craziest things. They teach me new things every day and I can't even begin to wonder where I would be without them ... without each and every thing the three of them have brought me.
I have the most wonderful husband ever. In two days, we will celebrate our 11th wedding anniversary and I see so many more in our future. Our bond is stronger now than it has ever been ... I am the luckiest girl alive to have a husband that brings so much to my life and to our family.
I have the best support system ever ... friends, family and my Down syndrome community. I have experienced so much personal growth over the years and it is all because of these people I have in my life. The impact each and every one of them have on me is hard to put into words ... and the bond that I have with so many of them is something I never thought possible.
Happy Thanksgiving ... gobble, gobble.
