Well, it didn't take long for me to fall off the wagon, huh? Here's what I meant to say for the past few days.
I am grateful for my little guy. He's 4 years old, and sometimes he can really drive me nuts. But he is the sweetest kid you'll ever meet. He tells me he loves me all the time, he says "thank you" for every little thing, and he always manages to make me smile and laugh.
Lately, he has been very into answering the door. On Friday, we had a package delivered by UPS. When the doorbell rang, he ran to the door exclaiming his intent to get it. Of course, the driver was already getting back in the truck by the time we opened the door. I showed him the package and told him to bring it in the house. He stood there in the entryway holding the package and very seriously asked, "but Mommy, how did this ring the doorbell?"
I am grateful for my connection to New York City. I grew up in a small town in Minnesota, and big cities always fascinated me. I moved to New York when I was 19. I only lived there for 5 years, but we have visited regularly since we moved away. It feels more like home to me than Minnesota does. There are still many things that we have yet to see or do (e.g., the Statue of Liberty), so each time we visit, we try to do something new while also making time for some of our favorites.
I am grateful for my life experiences. I do have some warm and fuzzy memories from childhood, but when I got to adolescence, everything hit the fan and there was a lot of heartbreak and more than a few tears. As much as I'd like to wish them away, I know for a fact that I would not be where I am today without those experiences.