First of all, a very happy and belated Thanksgiving to all of you from my little turkey!
And his furry, four-legged, flying brother turkey.
I know that some day soon, Junior will no longer allow me to dress him up in occasion-themed onesies with matching hats, so I’m getting my fill now. Toby got a sassy red bandana to wear, but he chewed it off of himself in short order.
But back to being Thankful.
You ever have “one of those days”?
Not the bad kind where it starts off by Junior pooing all the way through his clean new outfit while Toby is chewing through a bottle forgotten after breakfast, and you trip going up the stairs while sprinting for your phone that is ringing because D forgot his wallet or keys or head or something equally important, and that’s after you overslept and just realized you don’t have any clean work appropriate clothing.
I don’t mean one of those.
I mean one where you’re just driving down the road on a chilly, gray day, thinking about how delicious your Pepsi is while you sing off key at the top of your lungs to your newest favorite song and think you sound exactly like Adele while your heart beats so full at the thought of picking up your little boy and spending the evening at home with your ever-doting husband that you feel like you might choke on the joy.
One of THOSE.
I love those.
So I expressed my delight in the same way any technologically savvy girl would – by updating my Facebook status. (But NOT while driving, mom.)
“I feel very blessed today. And excited!”
Because that’s what I felt! Blessed beyond measure and just rip-roaring excited about life and what it has yet to bring.
And you know what’s funny? The response I got was not just a few arbitrary “likes”, as I might have expected. I had several people ask me if I was ok… What had happened… what was I so excited about?? I even had a few text messages come in and say, No, really… what’s up??
Hahaha… Perhaps I need to make a point of being outwardly thankful more often?
Because I think about it all the time. I really do. In fact, I’m one of those freaks who counts my blessings so often and hold on to them so tightly that I begin to get nervous and look to the sky to watch for the other shoe that must be about to drop.
D accuses me of worrying too much. And he’s probably right. So I’m working on it. My logical brain tells me that worrying won’t prevent bad things from happening, so I’m making an effort to live in the moment, and be thankful for every single one of them.
Because if I’m spending my time worrying, than I’m not spending it well.
And I might have missed Junior’s introduction to crack. (read: pumpkin pie and cool whip)
And nothing is worth missing something as fun as that. 
Hope you all had a wonderful, worry-free, and thankFULL Thanksgiving!
