As we’re sitting on the table a day before Thanksgiving, I tell my daughter that tomorrow we must all talk about everything we’re thankful for. She’s decided that twenty four hours is too long a time to wait to be thankful. Now, had I been on a family table growing up, I’d have waited to be the last. That would have given me a chance to think about my list of things I’m thankful for. Luckily she’s a much faster and better version of me! She’s decided to go first, and jump straight in. She starts with her parents. Yay! Now, I’m really thankful that she started with her parents, because you’ll soon see that this was not a very short list. She says that we’re both nice and not mean parents. I do want to record that, but then I’m trying not be mean! Next, she’s happy for the house, and the fact that we have a place to live. So far so good. She seems to be going in the order I would have gone in too. Next she’s thankful that we have food to eat and clothes to wear. Now at this point, I can...
A blog about the realisations that I've had as a parent of a beautiful baby girl.