To my dear little boys,
Do you remember our last Thanksgiving? Just a year ago - Miles, you were running everywhere and into everything. Come to think of it, not much has changed. Liam, this was about the time you decided that staying inside of my tummy seemed like about the best idea ever. It was also about the time that I was vehemently disagreeing with you.
Today Facebook and TweetDeck are littered with messages of Thanks...lists of things people are thankful for.
My hope for you...that you will live your lives with a grateful heart. That you will appreciate the life that has been handed to you. It won't be easy. It won't be fair. But it will always be what it is meant to be. Embrace it. Not just on Thanksgiving, and not just when it is amazing. Embrace it when it is hard to do so. Learn to love what is yours and let go of what is not.
I realize this is easy for me to say. I have so much to be thankful for. For a healthy family. For my own health. For your health. For a warm home, and a job that I love. For parents, brothers, and in-laws that are supportive and loving. And of course for you.
For your smiles and your laughter. For your sense of humor. For your tiny little hands and feet that work so well. For all of the things you know and want to know. For your entrance into my life - both in such different ways - both in beautiful ways. For social workers, birth mothers, adoption agencies, nurses and doctors. And for epidurals. For carseats that guarantee your safety. For coats and hats that keep you warm. For cars and trucks that totally make your day.
Today, like everyday, I am thankful for you.
Love you forever,
Your Mom xoxox