Last, but certainly not least, I am thankful for the Munchkin. I am thankful for every living and breathing moment of her life. I am thankful that she is alive, that I chose life.
Sometimes it’s hard to be thankful when she’s not always around; after all, I’m human and have selfish moments when I want her all to myself. Going for months on end without seeing her, other than pictures, is somewhat hard on my soul. Yet, it’s just the way that things are and sometimes you just have to accept things the way that they are to learn how to be truly thankful.
I am thankful for her laughter. It is big, it is loud and it is so real. I am thankful that I have done and said things to make her laugh. Anyone who is a parent knows how making your own child laugh feels in the core of your being so I am glad to have experienced that with the Munchkin.
I am thankful for her eyes, which are a mirror of my own. With genetics, you never know who a child will look more like. And while Munchkin’s birth father is an attractive man, I am pleased that she got my eye shape. It’s beautiful. And looking into them feels like I’m looking into my own eyes.
I am thankful that she has all of her fingers and toes, just like any other parent is thankful that their children are whole and well.
I am thankful for her curls. Technically, I’m jealous of her curls, but that is neither here nor there. (Aren’t we ALL jealous of those curls. Seriously.) I am thankful that D researched how to care for them and is giving them the attention and products that they need. I am thankful that the Munchkin understands, thanks to her parents again, that her hair is very beautiful, as she tells you if you ask.
I am thankful for the snuggles and cuddles we have had, both early in her life and with each visit. Of course, as she moves at the speed of light, cuddles nowadays are more rare but still, at least a few times per visit, she will snuggle into my arms and let me hold her. I am so thankful.
I am thankful for the fact that over three years, she has never been “weird” with me. All kids go through a phase where they don’t want to be around new people or “strangers.” For some reason, I’ve never been a stranger to the Munchkin. She has always come straight to me or warmed up within a short amount of time (once she fully woke up from the car ride, for example). I know it’s coming. One visit she’s not going to want to do anything with me; a cold, cranky or just indifferent in general. But thus far, it hasn’t happened and for that I am truly thankful.
I am thankful for the thousands of pictures we have together. Looking through them can calm my soul on those stormy days. I am thankful that she smiles in some, makes funny faces in others, looks coy at times and ignores the camera all together at times. I am thankful for our professional shots and for our candids. I am thankful that I have proof that we spent time together during her formative years.
I am thankful for her voice. It is sweet, it is reminiscent of something I already know. She has a lot to say and she says it well. I am thankful that I get to hear any of it.
I am thankful for the “I Love You’s” that I have been blessed to be on the receiving end of from the Munchkin’s mouth. I am thankful for the hugs that they accompany before bed or as we say goodbye. I am thankful to be one of the lucky ones that gets to hear that from such an amazing child.
I am thankful for everything that she is. I am thankful for everything that she does. I am thankful for everything that she will be in the future.