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A Year of Thanks

We just put the boys to bed. I wanted to post a "year in review", but would much rather spend the last few hours of 2008 with my hubby (and sleeping . . . I am well past the days of wanting to stay up till midnight!). So, instead, I am going to write what I am thankful for:

- Little Andrew coming into our lives!! We love you A!!
- My husband! He is such an incredible man. I do not know what I would do without him!
- Starting our journey of homeschooling. Watching Joshua learn (and Caleb too!). Getting to be in this journey with both of them.
- Seeing the Pope when he came to DC. We were withing 5 feet of him. I cried like a baby. He is such a holy man and has a gentle spirit. I felt so blessed to be able to be in his presence.
- Family: The older I get the more I realize how much I love my family (my parents, aunts, uncles, grandparents). Family is so important.
- Our family of friends! I love where we live, simply because I love the people here. We are so blessed to know so many great families.
- My mom being here after Andrew's birth . . . I do not know what I would have done without her that week. Thank you Mom!
- Christmas in Buffalo with my family.
- Snow on Christmas. Watching the boys play in the snow, Building a snowman and snow forts . . . having a snowball fight!
- Being able to go to Christmas morning mass at the church we got married in . . . this was especially so great because that parish was closed this year and, they, normally, do not celebrate mass there anymore.
- Seeing life through the eyes of my boys. Life truly is full of wonder!

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