Thankful is not enough

I cannot say I am thankful for where we are this year and all that we have, because that word is simply inadequate.

I tried "blessed" or "grateful" and, again, those simply do not do justice to anything.

As I sat in the doctor's office today to get my staples out, I could not help but think about the first time I walked into this doctor's office last year on this exact day because she is the only one who would see and help me with my ectopic pregnancy on the day before Thanksgiving. I called it the "worst day ever" because it had followed two previous miscarriages and so much confusion and stress and anxiety and fear and depression.

One year from the worst day ever, I have a diagnosis. I successfully managed to carry a pregnancy to term at 37 weeks and 4 days. I delivered a healthy, beautiful and perfect little girl who absolutely completes our family. I have experienced more support and love from family and friends than I could ever have imagined and enjoyed all of their joy sharing in our accomplishment. I have been so lucky - so beyond lucky - to have my dreams come true, and I can only hope that everyone who reads this and everyone else who believes that it just can't get any worse or that their dreams are dying can have an experience like this and see their own dreams come true.

So no; Thankful is not what we are this holiday. What we are can never ever be expressed in words - only through grateful tears and laughter, sincere appreciation for everything we have been given, and our deepest thanks to all who helped us reach this amazing and beautiful moment in our lives.

Happy Thanksgiving to all of you. I hope all of your dreams and wishes come true in the coming year!