Thanksgiving is near and dear to me.
Six years ago on Thanksgiving eve I was very pregnant.
I sat on our living room couch and complained to husband about how busy work had been that day. I was exhausted and didn't want to think about the next day.
We had promised more than one family that we would make an appearance the next day.
Husband joked and said "Could you just go into labor so we don't have to go anywhere?"
At 10pm contractions started coming hard and at 8:28am on Thanksgiving morning my little turkey made his entrance. My sister in law brought us up plates of food so we didn't have to eat the crappy hospital dinner.
I've never been so thankful than the Thanksgiving day my son was born.
So even though his birthday is Friday, tomorrow I'll tell him happy birthday and how thankful I am that he is here.