Actually Grateful

Everyone’s posting their perfectly styled Thanksgiving spreads and I’m over here grateful for the weirdest stuff. Like Sophie’s laugh when she discovers her toes for the hundredth time today. Or Marcus’s burnt spaghetti last week that we ate anyway because we’re adults and adults don’t waste food, even when it tastes like charcoal.

Actually Grateful

I’m grateful for my night shift coworkers who always have my back during the 3 AM chaos. For my mom’s tamales that she’s making right now and will definitely bring too many of tomorrow. For the twenty minutes of sleep I got between Sophie’s 2 AM wake-up and her 4 AM encore performance. Mostly I’m grateful that this little family we’re building feels real and messy and ours. Even when Marcus insists we need a ‘nice family photo’ and sets up the timer like we’re some kind of functional unit. We’re not fooling anyone, but we’re trying, and maybe that’s enough.