There was family, oh so much family.
There was the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade- with so many enormous balloons and floats and celebrities- it is my favorite family tradition.
An empty New York City, cold air, hot coffee, a double stroller with babies and blankets- and our car parked in the middle of Times Square- our city, our way.
Occasionally I day dream of taking my kids to London or Paris. I dream of red double decker buses and food with lots of butter. I think of the way their faces will light up when they see the Eiffel Tower for the very first time. I want to be the one who shows them those cities.
Then I think somewhere on the other side of the world another mother day dreams of showing her kids NYC and the Macy’s Day Parade and I think- in some parallel universe- we’re both imagining the others awesome city ( the way we explored it before kids, before husbands, before mortgages) and the irony and complexity of that thought blows my mind.
It may not be normal but this is how I experience gratitude.
We’ve explored this topic before but Saint is NOT a city person. He lasted about….1.5 hours and then he and I got into the warm car and drove around our empty city. He slept while I drove around old haunts.
I have no pics of dinner- because I was cooking. However my nephew’s and niece played with Gracie and Jude for HOURS. I think there should be a service called Rent A Teen- Mom’s everywhere would LOVE it!
And. AND. AAANNNDDDD there was a highly anticipated reunion with The Taylor Family. I have one picture of this and it’s terrible.
The kids were running in circles for hours and so happy to be reunited. For my part I got to hug my best friend and her handsome husband and listen to their tales of life in Indiana. My heart is still so full from their radiant energy and I was immediately reminded why our friendship works- it is their acceptance of life, their zest for living, their beautiful love that washes over us and reminds us that greatness starts from within. We miss them so much- it’s a daily struggle.
It might be a bit late for this but I am thankful every single year for my family and friends, good health, warm home, and the chance to start over every single day. I am thankful for my business that gives me time at home with my little people and I’m thankful to my husband whom without I could never get through a single day on this Earth. I adore Matt and my kids and thank the good lord for their presence every single day.
I am thankful to those of you who continue to read this blog and support Little Love Stories. Thank you SOOOOOOOOOOOOO much for being here and excusing my typos and run on sentences!
And…we can discuss the above hat later but it’s Matt’s hat from when he was a little boy. My in laws brought it and with Saint’s suspenders on he looks like a member of the cast of The Sound Of Music.