Our Thanksgiving was really very nice. We had a much smaller crowd than usual as Eric, Kari and the kids didn't come out and neither did B's family. We also didn't have my mom's cousin with us as usual since she celebrated with her daughter's family this year. I have to admit that as much as I enjoy having a houseful of people it was rather nice to just have us, my parents and my aunt this year. We were able to really relax and enjoy a slow paced holiday of baby watching. And it was perfect. Absolutely perfect. I've never felt such contentment before.
I couldn't help thinking about how different this Thanksgiving was compared to last year. I was in such a sad place last year, and all of that sorrow is gone now. In fact, it really doesn't matter any more at all. Last year I never would have imagined that this year we would be celebrating with OUR four month old baby. True bliss. Simply unimaginable bliss.
This weekend we also picked up our pictures that we had taken last week. I swear, each picture of my boy is sweeter than the last.
Our first family portrait. Please ignore the bags under my eyes. Remember I had been really sick!
And finally, the one that just melts my heart and fills me up with gooeyness . . .