This Thanksgiving, I was especially thankful for something I’ve been in short supply of lately: TIME.
Time to hug, kiss, snuggle, tickle, laugh. Time to visit with family. Time to eat potatoes. Time to eat tofurkey.
Time to sneak in on Finn as he slept, just to watch. Time to listen to his favorite song so many times that I started involuntarily singing it in the shower. Time (for Daddy!) to let Finn run naked in his room and pee on the rug — and time to actually take the rug to get cleaned.
Time to crouch with Finn in our autumnal south florida garden, running our fingers over beet greens and swiss chard. Time to enjoy weather that dropped down into the FIFTIES, and time to dress Finn in cute, little sweaters and hats.
Watching him run in the crisp air made me feel like a kid again, hopeful and amazed.