It did not register until last night while we were eating our early Thanksgiving meal that 12 years ago on the day before Thanksgiving, I was diagnosed with breast cancer. My baby boys were 1 and 3, and I thought they would lose me forever. But they didn’t, and now, I am online trying to determine what I can possibly get two teens (13 and 15) for Christmas. Today, I am thankful.
A mom who *always* makes the turkey + everything else (my only job is eating!).
Kids who seem to still like me (Danny held my hand at dinner last night).
A husband whose compliments are oh-so-kind (he thinks I hold our family together; I think I’ve got him fooled!).
A sister who would do anything for me (wonder if she would run that half marathon in my place).
Nieces who let me braid their hair (not because they like it, but because I do!).
And so much more.
Like friends and family and love and support and food and home and health and …
You’re getting bored, I know.