Thankful

This Thanksgiving found us absolutely in awe of about a gazillion things. Thankfulness doesn't even begin to describe our gratefulness for all that we have witnessed and been a part of this past year. It has been a doozie, folks, but we each step of our journey has brought us stronger and closer together.

A year ago, Chris went to chemo and to radiation. A year ago we house hunted and prepared to purchase our first home. A year ago we could put Cooper down on a blanket and walk into another room without him moving an inch. A year ago I cried because I missed Mama Potts and Thanksgiving at her house, sittin' on the porch counting the cars go by. A year ago, we sat next to Big Steve at the Davis Thanksgiving dinner, laughing and cutting up and eating fried turkey and spoon cornbread, never in a million years dreaming it would be our last. Never, ever, ever.

This year is a year of new traditions. 

Enter: Tradition Numero Uno: Elfis, ahem (sorry, Chris) Shamus McElfis. I wanted our Elf on the Shelf to be named Elfis, but hubs had his heart set on something Irish to give him an excuse to talk in an accent (like he needs an excuse), so Shamus McElfis, it is.

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I'm serious. Is something wrong with me? Am I the only grown up who thinks this concept is the best thing ever?? I laugh myself silly every single morning. Even on the mornings where I am the one who "helped" Elfis make his rounds. Even when I crept downstairs twice after bedtime the night before to get a sneak peek and to belly laugh at him. He just looks so darn mischievous. And he's just so posable. I love it. And Coop and Dada do too :)

Happy Thanksgiving, from our families to yours...hug 'em all a bit tighter, stay just a little bit later, and tell 'em one more time just how much you adore them.