Perfectly Imperfect Thanksgiving

I've learnt through-out my life that nothing is what it seems to be.

That perfect isn't always perfect.

Today we had a perfectly imperfect Thanksgiving.

And I'm thankful for that.

The turkey was perfectly cooked.

The ham was amazing.

All the food was great.

I was exhausted and kept forgetting what I was going.

I never changed out of my PJ's.

I never did my hair.

I forgot to take pictures.

Liam was scared of the Thanksgiving parade on TV.

He refused to eat anything today.

He fell asleep on me so Liam and I were left at home.

Then he kept waking up with night terrors.

I had a down and out moment.

Thought there wasn't much difference between the two of us being home alone,

and being at the hospital alone.

I got frustrated that Liam refused to eat at all.

That even though we were home,

we were still alone.

And then the moment was gone.

I am thankful we had a great Thanksgiving dinner together.

That we are all together at home.

Both kids seemingly healthy.

We are alive.

I am also thankful that my pain isn't worse than it is.

Instead of being upset that I missed out on a larger family gathering,

I am going to be thankful for this quiet time.

Time I was able to talk to my brother on the phone.

Time I can watch Christmas movies on Hallmark.

Time to wrap some of those Christmas gifts.

I thank God for today.

For every day,

and for our perfectly imperfect holiday.