Last year on Thanksgiving, I was impatiently waiting to meet the baby I’d been wanting for so long. I was just past my due date and finally getting tired of being pregnant, really feeling ready to get the show on the road and get the baby born already.
We went out for dinner with my in-laws and my best friend - I was afraid to go all the way to my in-laws’ about 40 minutes away, and didn’t think that trying to plan for a big meal at our house the day after my due date was a great idea for any number of reasons. I wasn’t a big fan of going out, really. Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holiays of the year, and going out to eat just never “feels” right, somehow. We had a good meal, though, despite the fact that I finished dinner just as pregnant and not-in-labor as I started it.
This year, I have so much to be thankful for that I can’t even believe it myself. I couldn’t have imagined the past year - I tried to, and it hasn’t been anything like I thought it might be. It’s been harder, and better, more frustrating and infinitely more joyful than I could have believed. When we go around the table and talk about what we’re thankful for, I can start and end right here.
