The Hard Gratitudes

This morning I woke up thinking about all the things I’m supposed to be grateful for - health, family, our home, the obvious blessings. But sitting here with my coffee while everyone’s still sleeping, I keep coming back to the harder gratitudes.

The Hard Gratitudes

I’m grateful for the fight Marcus and I had last week about bedtime routines that ended with both of us actually listening to each other for once. Grateful for the morning after Theo’s fever broke when I realized how much love can fit in one worried heart. Grateful for Sophie’s eye rolls that remind me she’s becoming her own person, even when it stings a little.

I’m grateful for trying, even when we fail spectacularly. For Marcus attempting to make homemade cranberry sauce yesterday (it didn’t gel, we’re using the can). For my own stumbling attempts at being present instead of perfect. For the messy, imperfect, beautiful work of showing up for each other every day.

Happy Thanksgiving from our chaotic, grateful hearts to yours.