Thanksgiving

As night falls on our first Thanksgiving with our little family, I can't help but reflect on this past year and how much life has changed in such a short amount of time.  I always wondered if I'd have my turn to host Thanksgiving dinner in my own home with a family of my own and this year that dream came true.  The only thing that could have made it absolutely perfect, would have been for my entire family to be together  Crazy as it may seem, I've loved every moment of being awake since 6am today.  I found myself on more than one occasion today with tears in my eyes while staring at my beautiful babies.  They amaze me more and more every day.  Luke has started crawling and has decided he needs to try standing up already.  Peyton lays on her belly and does the superman, flapping and waving her arms and legs in her attempt to crawl.  She is my talker and he is my mover.  I am truly in awe of them, from their beautiful and perfect features to their budding personalities.  God blessed us with two of the most perfect little humans and I couldn't ask for more

Do turkey's come any cuter? NO!

(Thank you Shannon Mae Photography!)

I've spent the last 24 hours thinking a lot about my grandpa.  Last year we had just found out that he had terminal cancer and our family rallied to be with him for what would be his last Thanksgiving.  I was still in my first trimester and my pregnancy was still so surreal to me.  He promised me that night that he would live to meet my babies.  I held his hand at the dinner that night as we said our prayers and silently cried.  He kept his promise to me, but as you all know he lost his battle just about a month after meeting them.  He would have been 76 yesterday.  Grandpa, I hope you, Uncle Brit and Uncle Dean enjoyed smiling down on all of us today.