|| So this is the exact reason I started a blog. When Facebook posts become too long and too sappy and too “annoying” for other people.  Specifically ones I’m passionate about and thought Facebook was a good enough place to put my thoughts, so: now this! ||

You know what makes November so happy?? There aren’t any contingencies, no expectations. We don’t hope for snow on thanksgiving, we don’t need to buy mountains of gifts for anyone for this season. We don’t have to wear red and green sequins every Saturday to (work 💁🏽) a festive party. We just gotta show up, eat some turkey, pass on the cranberry and unzip our pants (read maternity leggings) when we’re done 😄.
Thanksgiving was never a favorite holiday of mine, until I met my husband who just so happens to love this holiday. And this season. He’s rubbed his love of the game (see what I did there) off on me. Christmas and Fourth of July are still my favorites, but thanksgiving has climbed up in the ranks. Also, as corny as it may be it has sparked a new social media frenzy that I. Just. Love. 😍

#30DaysThankful. 

Why only 30 days? Why can’t it be an entire style of living to be thankful? So I ask you to join me this November, and even if you don’t feel comfortable opening up and saying so, at least tell someone, every day, what you are thankful for in this life.

Today, on day 2, I am thankful for my son. I’m thankful for him on so many levels, in so many ways. The way he made me a mother. The ways he’s changed me. The way he gives me this playful side eye look. How he is always the best breakfast/coffee/lunch/Barnes and noble date on earth. His innocence makes my heart smile. His humor makes me belly laugh. His seriousness when he says the word “no” could stop a grown man in his tracks. His independence rivals my own. He is a true wild spirit. His soul completes mine.

  
I could go on and on about the way he smiles with his perfect miniature teeth and how that can turn anyone’s mood around. His deep little voice comforts me like a hot cup of coffee. His giggle makes me giggle. His interest and curiosity opens up my mind. The way he talks to me, and rubs my back. The way he fixes his face when he sees something he loves. The sounds he makes when dinner is being served, or lunch, or any type of food.

The way he double fists….

  
The way he sings “peek up peek up” – his version of the clean up song. The way he loves his Stella girl, and shares all the snacks with her. His love for animals. The way he shows empathy to others. The way he runs to the door on Thursday nights to see the pizza delivery guy and yells:  

 
I love the way he rarely kisses me when I ask, but will march right up to me at any given point and give me four consecutive kisses in a row and then a “nosey” 🤗 how he’s the only one who remembers that Stella needs to eat when we eat #whoopsie #babysfirstchore 🐶💜

This little boy is magic. A spectacular and beautiful little creature who exudes love and wonder. He has made me a better person. He’s made me believe in my faith. He makes me young. He has made me whole. He makes me thankful every day.