Thanksgiving

Dear Shep,

Your first Thanksgiving was a doozy. With Honey and Papabear off enjoying the warm weather in Florida, we stayed behind in the cold and celebrated with a lovely meal at Dece and Shep’s and even had the genius idea to spend the night. We had appetizers and fun before giving you a bath and putting you in your crib. With you sleeping soundly, we started a beautiful meal with Dece, Shep, Aunt Donna, and Boboj and almost made it through dessert when a glass fell and your cries followed the loud noise. I guess it was the confusion of your surroundings upstairs mixed with the scary sound that set your wheels in motion for that night, but poor Daddy and I had no clue what was to come. I could only get you to sleep in the bed with me which never happens, and before the night was over, Daddy was on a couch with no blankets and I was beginning to look like a zombie from you waking every 20 minutes in panic.

Since I had zero sleep and my mommy nerves were shot, Daddy took you to Mamaw Jones’ house and you guys had a lovely outing while Mommy had a long hot bath. There you have it. Your first Thanksgiving. Do me a favor and make next year less eventful. I’ll be thankful for that.