This weekend we set up our little gratitude tree: a bunch of branches in a vase, with a basket of "leaves" on which to write things for which we are thankful. It's one of those pinterest ideas I've always intended to put into practice, and this year the stars aligned.
And we do have so much to be grateful for. Ranging from Hugo's "Jumping! Jumping! Outside!" to Lily's very serious and theological "I am thankful that God died on the cross," we have many more things to be grateful for than we could possibly count. So it seems fitting to expand the thanksgiving from a single day on the cusp of Advent to a full month of remembering God's goodness in our lives.
Today, we have colds, the kids are a little stir crazy, and even amid the little aches and pains of the final weeks of pregnancy, I can think of dozens of gratitudes off of the top of my head. A kind family member who offered to pick up groceries. The sound of Ben bundling the kids up to send them out to the yard to run off some energy. A six year old who asked for a nap, and then was utterly surprised by how refreshed and rested she felt afterwards.
I am so thankful for it all.