This Thanksgiving, I’m definitely grateful for a lot of things. And in no particular order, they are:
My red-eye removal feature, which turns my demon-looking children into nice, normal kids. I’m grateful for my kids’ baby blues that I get to edit with technology.
I’m grateful for these little punks. They keep me on my feet, give me laughter throughout the day, and help me become a better me by making me less selfish. I’m grateful for the messes they make because it means I have a house to clean and keep me warm, and food enough to spill and we won’t starve when it gets all over the eternally sticky floor.
I’m grateful for this sweet thing, that’s only rolled over twice, but can totally sit forever. I’m grateful when she screams, because it means she has spirit and energy, and she’s healthy. I’m grateful for her smiles and laughter.
I’m grateful for my little family. (Ignore me and Pete; this picture isn’t so hot of us. But the kids look great, eh?)
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!