Thanksgiving

Scott was on call in November. Did I mention he's a podiatry resident at the VA hospital? That meant he worked every single day that month (most days 12 hours or more). So our Thanksgiving weekend away (which would normally have been a good four days) ended up being one very short and sweet afternoon. We spent it at Scott's parents house. All his siblings, some of his cousins, and a lot of little nieces and nephews were there. Did I mention I have fantastic in-laws? One more of the many things I have to be thankful for!

Since the whole Thanksgiving thing flew by so fast, we felt a little ripped off. So when we got home, we bought our own turkey and dragged the feast out for a few more days.

I am thankful for friends and family in abundance.

I'm thankful that the person I'm in love with loves me back.

I'm thankful that I get to spend all my days at home with my kids.

I'm thankful that the bills keep getting paid,

and that so far, my pretty house still belongs to me.

I'm thankful for my Heavenly Father - he makes me feel so loved.

I'm thankful for His son,

the one person who lived a perfect life.

I want to be just like him.

November's Happy Reunions

November rained blessings on me for some reason. The stars aligned and circumstances allowed for three happy visits with loved ones, all within a week or two's time. This is my grandma. You wouldn't know it by looking at her now, but she's the one I got my brown hair and brown eyes from. She and her sweet husband (who I just love) stuffed my kids with cookies and sent us home with our love buckets full.

I also got to see my Grandpa and Grandma Wellman. Though he's no less happy to see me when I come, grandpa now has to be reminded who I am. Funny thing is, he still cracks all the same jokes about his good looks and he can recall every detail about his childhood and his service in WWII and so forth. I could listen to his stories for hours.

Last but not least, I attended a wedding in the old stomping grounds of my youth and got to see Melanie. She is by far my oldest friend (our moms have been best friends since before we were born). We cut the hair off our barbies together, sang Whitney Houston songs into the vaccuum cleaner, made up dances to New Kids on the Block songs. There was never a time that I didn't know Mel, and I still love her to death. And by coincidence, today is her birthday. Happy birthday Melanie!