Here’s the list of what I’m thankful for:

The sight of my youngest child giving the youngest grandchild a “plane ride” by lifting him into the air  on her feet while lying on the ground with her legs extended.

The sound of the blender in the kitchen and my son asking me, “salt or no salt?”
The ring of my my cell phone with the song “Wooden Ships on the Water”–this means the sailor daughter is calling, even though she can’t join us in person.
So much happy noise that it’s hard to have a conversation.
I’m thankful, too, to be at my son’s house.  The table here where all of us–adoptive parents, birthmother, children, grandchildren and siblings gather.

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