Another sappy Thanksgiving post. yawn.

Seems like everyone in the blogosphere has given their two cents about what they are thankful for and it is really hard to find anything original to add. Except that when I say that I am thankful for my friends, what I mean to say is that I am so grateful to have a bounty of friends that I don't know how I could live without. The kind of people that give you hope in humankind, to know there are some who have remained somehow untouched by cynicism and selfishness, that there is still goodness in the world. Some of them even read this blog. You know who you are and I only hope to return a little bit of what you give to me.

I am grateful for the kind of husband that gives me the freedom to do what I need to do to be happy. He also makes me laugh every day. In fact, he is laying next to me as I type this and just saw a commercial for building materials and said that housing insulation makes him "hot" without a hint of irony. Hysterical.

Most of all I am thankful for my babies who are asleep in the living area of this hotel room. While my Ruby sleeps fitfully tonight, I know women whose babies didn't survive birth this year and it makes her sweet baby sounds that much more precious and to know how fragile the life that has been entrusted to me is.

And my Goldie. The child whose light burns so much brighter than most. I am just thankful that her exuberance hasn't got her killed yet and that we have had another amazing year together.

I hope that your Thanksgiving has been as blessed as mine.