Considering how much American culture seeps into the UK, I’m surprised we don’t routinely give thanks for things on the third Thursday in November. I don’t normally do this, but Pete came home last night and thanked me for making his packed lunch every day, quite out of the blue, and it made me get all disney.
I have a couple of things to be thankful for, and I don’t think I can mention them too often; and they are:
Pete – to whom I owe my sanity, once again. I have said that before, and the last six months has been easier than the previous year, but I still rely on his help and support so heavily. The great thing is that he provides it, so willingly. He is the best dad I know, in so many ways.
Bernard – quite simply the only thing of note that I have ever achieved.
My boobs – I would not be without such a fantastic weapon in my parenting armoury. Yes I’m aware that makes me sound like one of those Austin Powers robot women.
My job – yay for the demotion that made my job so much more interesting and flexible.
My home – it’s not the perfect house, but it’s definitely home.
Other things that are too numerous to mention. Life is good.
I think, in keeping with the sappiness of my Most Favo(u!)rite Holiday, it fair to say that the adorable Bernard is not the ONLY thing of note you’ve achieved! The people who love you would quite likely say that being in their lives and thus bettering it is a thing of note that you’ve achieved (back me up, P). I will happily concede that Bernard is without a doubt the CUTEST thing you’ve achieved, though.