no dice. i gathered sticks for our centerpiece and gus put it all in a glass bowl for now. i wanted leaves but they are too messy for a toddler who wants to take it apart and put it back together all the time. my mom is going to give me some fabric leaves instead. she is the sweetest-she stopped by unexpectedly with a fresh wreath for my door. it's gorgeous and smells wonderful! that wreath on my door means so much to me-it means we're home and we're ok. we're healthy and happy and growing. last year i ached to decorate (my first holiday season in our home!) but i couldn't. everything was so up in the air and then the day after thanksgiving jj's best friends had their baby 9 weeks early. she was in bed with the same issues i was and it really hit home how lucky we were (are). i fought so hard for that pregnancy and every week when i'd get my fun sono to measure millimeters we'd check off that week of risks and set a new goal of another week.
i know i go on and on about it but being near thanksgiving has me focused on what i am thankful for the most, my dudes. people who don't know me will see two chubby smiling boys but may not know what it took for them to be the way they are. i suppose everyone has that story and i am no different. my poor parents had a journey years long that led them to me, finally...and then to my brother....
i'm off to call my mom and thank her for everything.
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M - I still remember decorating your garage when your parents brought Tony home, we stood outside with balloons just waiting for him... I remember your mom as SOOO funny and sweet, she always made you feel welcome and she always made me laugh. Your dad used to do this crazy eye things to make us giggle as well... Please tell them that I said hello!!!
I remember that garage door too. "welcome home Tony, new kid on the block!" It was so weird to go with them to get him. I will pass along the message this afternoon.
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