"Thankful V finally had a happy November." Posted on my husband's Facebook wall. I had been writing a gratitude status every day, but I forgot the last day. Yet, he knew exactly what to write.
November had come to be my least favorite month. In 1998 I discovered my first husband wasn't able to have kids. In 2001 I decided I couldn't be married to him in any more. In 2003 I had my first horrible post-divorce break up. In 2007 I had my first miscarriage. In 2008 a failed IVF. All of these events occurred in November.
In fact I had started to dislike Thanksgiving and anything to do with it. Last year started the turnaround, however, for my coming to terms with the month of November. I held my breath for the entire month of November, hoping that my pregnancy would hold and that the next November would truly be different.
Guess what? It was. Throughout this journey I have always tried to hold on to the belief that we travel the path we are supposed to. It may not always be a direct route but ultimately you'll be exactly where you are supposed to be. Without the breakups and the miscarriages of the past, there would be no Franklin.
This Thanksgiving was everything I wanted it to be. It wouldn't have mattered if the turkey had burned or the dog ate the pumpkin pie--all that mattered was who was sitting at the table. I am so very thankful for the science and magic that brought Franklin into this world. He's a joyful boy who reminds me every day how lucky I am to be his mom.
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