That it's been five years since Buddy came home from the hospital. Born six and a half weeks early on December 15, he stayed in the hospital for three weeks. It was the longest three weeks of my life (the last three weeks of my pregnancy with Sweet Pea would be a close second). Weighing just around five pounds, the heart/lung monitor they sent home with him weighed more then he did. Looking at him these days, you wouldn't know he had been a preemie.
I am thankful that my children have been in a "helping" frame of mind for the past couple of days. I have been asking them to do things, and even if they don't follow through "enthusiastically", they are finding other areas where they can do things to help.
I am thankful that my daughter comes to me with her journal and asks me to "read this, Mom." -- inside a note telling me she has some things she wants to talk to me about.
I am thankful for the weekday mornings when Hubby is home (even if he is not feeling well and hasn't slept well the night before). Just his prescence helps keep the kids motivated to get ready for school with less fussing.
I'm thankful for little boys' speech impediments when they sing the ABC's. Now with accompanying audio!
To have been with Hubby for fully half his life now. It seems like just yesterday when we went to Lucky's for our first date, and now here we are, (three kids, several cars, a couple of jobs, two houses) 21 years later. Thanks for taking a chance on me. I loves you, babe.