Thanksgiving was this last weekend, and even though I did not have any turkey dinner (I know! A travesty! I might make one soon...), I have many things to be thankful for. I have been feeling like my life is so happy right now, so many of the things are "just right".
I have an incredible husband who I adore, and adores me. Once I was driving to Slave Lake with a girl from high school who I had not spoken to for a long time, and she asked me what Keith is like. At first, it was hard to answer her question, but once I got started, there was just so much to say. I think I ended up talking about him for at least an hour! He is kind, thoughtful and makes me laugh. He is creative, and can fix nearly everything. I don't think I have enough blog space to sing all of his praises... There are so many great things about him, I am so happy to call him my husband and that I get to spend the rest of my life with him.
I get to be Abby's mummy! She is such a great little girl. I know you all have heard all of the corny things about being a parent and how it changes your life, and so on and so forth, but they are all true, and it is overwhelming. Every night when I am cuddling with her before bedtime, I just feel like I have won the lottery again. And I get to be someone else's mummy soon too! It just astounds me that I get to have so much happiness in my life.
Because of my being pregnant, my Crohn's is in remission, and that is wonderful. Even though I have all sorts of complaints about being 8 months along, it is WAY better than the way my body usually feels... I try to think about this at night when it is impossible to get a good nights sleep.
I am also thankful for my home. We were fortunate to be able to buy a house before the real estate market here expolded. It feels so good to have set a goal, and worked really hard to reach it, and be able to enjoy it.
On a totally unrelated note, Abby has lost her childhood innocence. She had a balloon for about a week, and she loved it so much. Then she got the idea that she wanted to trace the letters on it with a sharp pencil. And of course, the balloon popped. It was the first time this has happened. Usually, she takes such good care of her balloons that they eventually deflate and shrink. Not so traumatic. Well, the look on her face was so heartbreaking, especially when I had to tell her, that no, Daddy cannot fix a popped balloon. It is such a harsh world.