My precious baby boy Bobby is seven months old.
No words can explain how much joy I feel being a mother, not only to Bobby, but to all my boys. While I type this with sleepy eyes, I know that this tired is only temporary. I know that my boys are health and able bodied. I am grateful for their health and the never ending "mom's".
No lie, this Thanksgiving is hard without my parents. It is the first Thanksgiving without both of them here. At times, I want to cry (like now) because I miss them. Then I remind myself of my family. My boys. My family. My sister. That is nothing to be sad about. I remind myself how thankful I am to have health happy children. Life really is good.