I give thanks when you run to me.
I give thanks when I see your morning face.
I give thanks when you ask "Daddy, will you dance with me?"
I'm grateful that you want to have breakfast with me.
I'm grateful that you think I can fix everything.
I'm grateful that I can make you laugh.
I'm thankful for velcro and cuddle time and stories by the fire.
I'm thankful that you want to hold Mama's hand while you fall asleep.
I give thanks every day that I have you and your Mama to remind me what really matters.
Sally Bacchetta - Freelance Writer
Freelance Writer
Parenting
Motherhood
November 23, 2007
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