Let us be grateful to people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.-- Marcel Proust
My garden is blossoming and my soul is about to burst. I am so thankful. I am so blessed. I am so happy. Thanksgiving has taken on an even more special meaning this year. I find it difficult to express in words how my life has changed since the birth of my daughters. They have brought so much joy into my life, Randall’s life, the lives of our extended family … and probably countless others (just the other day when we were shopping at Nordstrom, Lexi flashed a big smile at a woman as we were waiting for the elevator. The woman said, “Wow, how did she know that I needed that. She just made my week.”) My life was rich before the girls were born. I was blessed and I was happy, but now everything is just that much better. I have a whole new attitude towards life. I appreciate the small things more because I am seeing them through the eyes of Kenzie & Lexi …. I love watching them experience things for the first time … I will never forget taking them out on the back porch to witness their first thunderstorm this past summer, their reaction to the tickly blades of grass on their bare feet, their wonderment at crunching dry leaves in the fall, their animated facial expressions every time they taste a new food or meet a new person. I am THANKFUL! I think that sums it up well.
We had a wonderful Thanksgiving celebration in New Orleans with Granny, Papa Gene and Granny Nanny! The girls did very well on the flight down, adjusted so well to their new surroundings and schedule (or lack thereof), and had so much fun hanging out with family and friends. In addition to the traditional Thanksgiving celebration the girls were busy with many new experiences while we were down there. We took them down to the Riverwalk along the Mississippi, visited the aquarium, took them for their first po-boys (to the same place that the President recently went to of course) and enjoyed two parties with Randall’s friends and their children (The Great 8’s 12). Our flight home was a bit rough due to a delay that put our travel right smack in the middle of bed time (Kenzie was wide awake the entire time, Lexi screamed for what seemed like an hour (but Randall informed me was only 10 minutes) and then passed out for the remainder of the flight. All-in-all the girls had a wonderful First Thanksgiving.
I am so thankful for all of the wonderful people in my life who make me happy and make my soul blossom!
