... for the beautiful, happy, growing babies. For their charming, happy days where I think they're probably the best kids that ever did live, but for their grouchy, trying, 92 poopy diaper days as well. Because it's those "OMG I'M GOING TO DIE BEFORE 5PM" days that make me really enjoy and appreciate the better days. And because perfection would be boring, and I'd have nothing to blog about.
... for health. For a healthy husband and healthy babies and parents and siblings and grandparents. And healthy cousins and aunts and uncles and friends and the healthy (I presume) mail lady. (What? I like getting mail.)
... for heating. Because DAMN YALL, it's cold up here.
... for the 20-some Thanksgivings I spent in the home of my Grandma Rita, the Thanksgiving hostess with the mostess, stuffed to the brim with lefse and green olives and monster cookies, congregating with the cousins to make up plays and destroy grandpa's office and sprawl around on the living room floor to watch Home Alone when the last turkey bun had been eaten at dinnertime. I give thanks for the memories grandma created on this Thanksgiving, the time of year when I (and my family, I know) miss her most of all.
... and I also give thanks that I finally made it to the big girl table. At my house, anyway.
... for a house thisclose to sold in Austin (closing scheduled in 10 days! woohoo!), and a new house in the woods that we love so much we'd marry it if we weren't already knotted.
... for J, for showering in the basement so not to wake the babies at 5:45am, for his patience when my own is wearing thin, for working hard and allowing me to be home with the littles, for watching 16 & Pregnant with me even if doing so makes him die a little inside. And for being really good at so many highly important life skills that I just can't master. Fly swatting, remote controlling, meat grilling, etc.
... for my mom and my papa, because seriously? There's nothing they wouldn't do for their littles, not-so-little may we be. They're an inspiration. And for the fabulous Auntie Duane, because really, what's a family without some Duane? And for Binks, for not being imprisoned, and for Nikki, for telling me my cat's not coming home, because SOMEONE needed to say it (in a Green Bay gas station ladies room, no less).
... for Papaw and Mimi and Auntie LaLo, for the love and laughs and giving us a reason to still consider Texas, at least in part, home. (And happy birthday, LaLo!)
... for dear friends like Crystal and Harmony, who remember. I love you girls, and your babies too.
... for all the sweet and loving friends I am so lucky to have in my life, whether I see them every week or every couple of months or just on Facebook. A friend is a friend, and I'm lucky to have each and every one of you.
... for the Christmas cards I ordered and received before the turkey was even served. GO, ME. If you're a slacker (unlike me, because as I just said, I RULE) and you're still looking for that perfect piece of holiday correspondence, you MUST visit Erin Condren's site. A seriously A+ experience all around. They didn't make me blog about their cards and I'm not being compensated in any way to talk them up - I'm just a very happy customer.
... for RHOBH, for making me fall in love with Bravo all over again. And for NeNe over in Atlanta for doing some serious RHOA recon. And to the friend that shared this with me, because that's some serious hilarity.
... for you, my friends. For tuning in and leaving nice comments and reassurance and advice and making me feel that I'm never, ever alone in this journey of mommyhood.