I think that's the nicest thing you could say to me right now...
Today I want to give thanks for the silly things, the basic things, and some of the things that won't even say "you're welcome" back:
1. Thank you for our wonderful midwives, who spend so much time talking to us at every visit, laugh at our ridiculous jokes (fishfinder, Phil?), and l

2. Thank you for ribs. St Louis style, to be exact. And while I'm at it, thank you to the Little Red Smokehouse in Carver who provided said ribs in great quantities with dirty rice, chili, and paper towels. I'm sure Phil is thanking whomever that his pregnant wife craves ribs and steak tips, rather than banana sandwiches and spinach roll-ups.
2 1/2. Thank you for ribs.
3. Thank you for my wonderful husband, who understands that when I say "I MIGHT like to go to XYZ sometime," I really mean "I want to go to XYZ." You see, my parents raised me like a lady, so in our house there were never any 'I want's. I learned to put it more politely, like a suggestion. It also meant I was rarely disappointed because people do not like demanding children. But anywhooo, Phil heard one of thos suggestions and surprised me with tickets to the Pats, my first game ever, opening game no less! I LOVE YOU, PHIL!
4. Thank you for ribs...uh, I mean thank you for a wonderful job, great friends, and family. Without these things (and Phil of course) I would not feel so secure and happy, and content. Because of these things, you rarely catch me not smiling.
5. Of course, thank you to my brave little brother Evan, who is serving overseas at this time (Email me for his address if you'd like to write or send the soldiers a care package). Thank you for protecting us, just like our brother, my husband, our father, and our grandfathers have done.
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That doesn't mean I can't make the sweater! How cute is that?

5 comments:
No, thank *you* for telling me about the Little Red Smokehouse in Carver. I'm sure I'll be seeing you there soon, once I tell my husband about it.
ribs sounds good to me and I'm definitely not pregnant
mmmm....ribs....I've been craving them all summer and I know for sure that I'm not preggers ;o)
That looks like a great book. You'll love Gillette -- I went to my first Pats game last Sat. night with my daughter as a "surprise girls night!"
And I'm thankful that you're you! I wish the Little Red Smokehouse was open for lunch, damnit.
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