It's hard to believe this time last year I was 9+ months pregnant, praying that I would go into labor. To say I was over being pregnant is an understatement.
A year later that little girl who kicked and flipped in my belly is now a ball of energy and joy making my life happier than it has have ever been.
We're visiting family and enjoying this incredibly warm weather. My memories of Thanksgiving have always involved bundling up and hoping for snowfall. This year we left our coats at home and played barefoot in the grass.
So much to be thankful for.
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