Day of Thanks

Elijah turned nine months old this week. That means that nine months ago we heard his deep, growly roar and saw that precious face of his for the first time. We have endured quite the range of emotions since then and still have a lot of ups and downs ahead of us, yet somehow we feel more grateful than ever. Life is suddenly much more precious and sweet.

Since it's Thanksgiving I've been thinking about the many things we are thankful for this year and it gives me the most genuine feeling of gratitude. I'm thankful for Elijah staying in my belly for as long as he did, for Dr. Gremmels being put in our path, for Elijah's fast-growing chubby thighs and good temperament, for an excellent and understanding employer, for our families who supported us wholeheartedly through the lowest points of the year, for my wonderful husband, for our strengthened faith, for all of the amazing new people we've met, for living close to an excellent hospital, for the incredible things steady surgeon hands can do to teeny tiny hearts, for time with friends, for strengthened relationships...

Happy Thanksgiving! If you read this blog, that means you care about Elijah and that means everything to us. Thanks so much for keeping up on our little boy.