That being said, I am NOT too old to eat cake for breakfast. I will never be too old for that.
My birthday and Thanksgiving have always been close together, and occasionally overlap. This year, I tweeted something I was thankful for (almost) every day. Even if I didn't get the chance to tweet, I still thought about it every day, which I think is a great approach to life: being thankful for all the good things.
It sounds trite, but I realized that I have so much to be thankful for.
I am thankful that she is happy, healthy, and a joy to be around.
|Seven teeth and a killer smile|
I am thankful for the smiles, the giggles, and - of course - the belly laughs. Oh, the belly laughs.
|Niki, prepped for his SECOND CCL surgery.|
I am thankful for my dogs, who always take good care of us, and have quickly absorbed Genevieve into the pack. I am thankful that - though Niki tore his *other* CCL on Thanksgiving (and the meniscus, too) - he is recovering nicely from the surgery. I am thankful that in a few weeks' time, he will be back to his usual shenanigans. (And, according to Elphie, not a minute too soon.)
I am thankful for a large kitchen table, and the ability to frequently share meals with our friends around it.
I am thankful that the LSATs are over, that KidBrother Sam will be around more, and he'll be able to stop agonizing over that blasted test when he *is* here. (No photo. Thanks a lot, LSATs.)
I am thankful for friends who understand that my absence is not from lack of interest, but because Genevieve comes first, and that means occasionally declining when it comes to social activities. I am thankful that the invitations haven't stopped, and that when I need to stay close to home, the party comes to me. A sedate, naptime appropriate party, but a party nonetheless.
I am thankful that my friends have forgiven my flightiness, flakiness, and general forgetfulness. I am especially thankful for their guidance and love; they remind me that while I am Genevieve's Mom, I also am Jasmin. Same person, different uniform, you know?
I've decided. Thirty is going to be a great year. Now get off of my lawn.