Ok, so I am caught up in it. I am now caught up in celebration of a holiday that my youth taught me was little more than a gorgefest. A gorgefest with football. A gorgefest with football, oh- and did I mention, pretty little turkeys everywhere? In an attempt to create a blogosphere-infinite-loop of sorts, I give you MD’s last post.
Tonight, in the interest of hugging my beautiful girls (two alive and one unborn), I bring you a strangely succinct post. I bring you a description of what I am most thankful for. I bring you my love(s) and I bring them to you in a Demboesque “image means a thousand words” -type format. I might have been hesitant to do this a year ago. Tell me I am too open if you think I am. I know, I teach web-weirdness informally and weekly, and here I am still trying to figure this out. Anyway, here we go…
What am I most thankful for?
…uh huh, that’s it.
How about we try one that is a bit more abstract? Here is one from above:
And really… how can we celebrate mommy & babe and leave daddy out?
And one last one for Michael… of my “tadpole” (i love it, and so will she someday) as she was swimming in botanical monoculture this past July 4th:
So- happy thanksgiving day. As my girls and I wait for another genetic gift… I ask you:
What are you thankful for? I mean really thankful for?