Well today is thanksgiving. I have so much to be thankful for. I am thankful for my wonderful family, our amazing friends. Really, this is one of the few times in my life where i can say I am truly content and that is a nice feeling.
A quiet afternoon walk with Miz Sassafrass-yes-I-am-two Davy Beach. I had to get over my own personal terror of earth worms to show Davy haw harmless they are. I don’t want Davy to inherit my neurotic squeamishness. I don’t think she bought it for a second
Some morning yoghurt with a post-bantu knot faux hawk and much much yogurt.
Tanta Ari brought Otombo all the way from South Africa to Davy. She loves her! Although apparently Otombo was quite nervous about meeting Davy, but relieved that there were no lions living in the house.
My mom deserves her own blog post. Watching her and Davy play is pure magic.
video chatting with Andy’s family in Atlanta
My husband is truly the worlds best cook. He is amazing and made the whole meal. It’s how he shows love
Post dinner- pre-pie swing with the tantas
I have enjoyed this 30 days of thanks. It is my nature to complain until the cows come home. It’s been nice for me to constantly have to think about the little nice moments. The year between thanksgiving 2011 and 2012 has really truly been one of the happiest years of my life. I love our little family. I love you Andy Beach. I love you Davy Beach. I am proud and happy to be your wife and mother.
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(And I have had to suppress my earthworm squeamishness, too.) 🙂
aw, what a heartwarming post. I love the photo of your mom and Davy!
re neurotic fears: I have infected Pachi with my fear of heights. He hates bridges, stairs with open risers, and those drainage holes by the side of the road, all things that I also fear. It’s kind of shameful.
katherine- for some reason I just saw this. I feel like I totally fucked up Bella. I am fucking Davy up less. I think its okay to make your dog your test case. They won’t go to therapy and blame you later
Good fortune led me to a link to your blog; I wanted to say thank you for sharing your ongoing story. You write very well, as if you were chatting with me.
The first post I saw was this one, the Thanksgiving one, and I thought, well, let’s see the cute Christmas ones. And then I read more posts and thought, Oh, I understand. Hey, I’m a 64-year-old rural Midwesterner (yes, WASP) and sometimes I just assume . . .
I’ve been reading many of your posts and was touched my many, especially the one about your grandfather (would have been 100 today).
I don’t know why I think you will care, but I just felt I had to say: I like you guys and I trust Madge’s letter to assure me I am not just jumping the gun.
Thanks so much for taking the time to read it! I never know who is out there and I am always honored that someone feels connected to this story! Thank you so much!