To end my week of thanks I have to mention my fur baby Layla. She is not the perfect dog. She's hyper, doesn't always come when called, sleeps on the couch when she knows she's not supposed to, does the barf-n-roll, jumps on guests and is sometimes just plain underfoot!
BUT, she was my baby before I had babies. She was my Rollerblade and bike buddy. On my days off we played at the dog park for hours. She has kept me company and made me feel secure on nights I am home by myself. She is happy to see me when I have been away even though she has been terribly neglected and pushed aside this past year. She is sweet and gentle with my children. I am thankful for her forgiving nature and hope that I can make it up to her in this next year.
Today I celebrated the holiday with the special ladies in my life: my grandma, my mom, my sister and my daughters. All the guys were either away or working. We ate a great meal and had fun marveling over how grown up the girls are getting. My life is good and I am THANKFUL!