Boys & Bacon

There has been a lot going on that I haven't had the time to digest and think through for writing. I made my initial "thankful" post, and then life kinda took off. Nov 2: I am thankful for Connor. My first born, The one who gave me my most beloved title, Mom. He is a little ball of spunk, attitude, and precociousness. He is in-tune with me in a way most aren't. He can see when I am sad or upset, and even when I can't articulate in a way that makes sense for his 4-year-old brain, he just leans in and hugs. No questions, just comfort. Nov 3: I am thankful for Cohen. My last born. The one who reminds me that even if I think I'm sucking at everything, I'm still a good mom. When I get home from work or walk into the classroom to pick him up from school, his face lights up and he comes running. His little hugs and kisses are light for me, and he is learning so much each and every day. He isn't one for snuggles, but when he does get snuggly, it's the

I love fall. The leaves, the wood fire smoke, the chilly days. I've always been in a dry climate, we had sun or snow, nothing in between. This is my first year living in a humid location, and the fog is a little unsettling. But I'm learning to admire it's beauty too. Every year, I try to do the Facebook thing where you type out one thing you're thankful every day. Today, being November 1, I shared my thankfulness for my husband. In the past, I've written about my struggles with self-confidence, depression, and more. The one thing that has held me together through it all isn't a thing at all. David has been the rock that's helped me pull my pieces back together, glue them in place, and build new stronger version of myself. He's pulled me out of myself so many times that I've lost count. And there are even times I've struggled against past habits, and it was knowing that he would be there to support me that kept me away from the self-destruct