My coffee is almost gone, the kitchen is tidied, and the sun is just starting to reach down to warm the cold earth. Mornings are beautiful.
Tomorrow starts the Thanksgiving holiday for us as my new family gathers for an early celebration. This morning I’ll make some goodies to bring along to help feed hungry boys between our brunch and turkey dinner. This new family I’m in supplies boys in abundance and I, coming from a background of mostly girls, love it. At a request from The Husband I’ll bring along some pumpkin bread, a close favorite to apple pie in this house. You don’t have a favorite recipe? Might I recommend this one? I even cut back on the sugar and it is still absolutely delectable.
I love the holiday season, and this year feels all the more special than normal. Last Thanksgiving is when we told our families about our first little one. It was when we got a shocked, “SERIOUSLY?!” response since we had just exchanged rings six weeks prior. And last Christmas was when my body said goodbye to the little one that didn’t make it. I clung to my husband’s arm throughout a Christmas Eve candlelight service, my young mother’s heart knowing what was coming. And sure enough, Christmas day was spent curled up in bed as I went through the emotionally and physically painful process of losing a life.
But this year? This year on Thanksgiving we’ll be a few days away from a due date and this year, as I go to a Christmas Eve candlelight service, I’ll have a baby in my arms.
What an incredible gift I’m being given this year. And how thankful I am.