I’ve had a bit of a crazy week to say the least, and haven’t found the time to write yet, but I do have to take a short minute and say how thankful I am for one more Turkey Day with the kidlets. Over the years, Thanksgiving has evolved to be “my” holiday with all the kids, and it’s the one day of the year that I have them all together at the same time any more. This year has been a little challenging and somewhat disheartening as I wonder and worry about the state of my lungs and my overall health; this week has been really hard on me, and I’ve felt it, and I’m pretty sure that at least the older two kids saw it. My daughter is sixteen this year, and we get up early together on Thanksgiving morning and start the days’ cooking. She had to help more than ever this year, and while I don’t think she minds per se, I’m sure she noticed. I don’t know how many more Thanksgivings I have left in me, so I’m glad this one went well.
