On the way home from our Thanksgiving weekend Ben treated us to this little serenade. No matter how many times we heard it, how out of tune it may have been, or if the words weren't exactly right, it still brought a smile to my face and reminded me that even after a less than stellar holiday, I am a blessed woman with much to be grateful for.
So tonight before the giving thanks of November ends and we head into the excitement that only the Christmas season can instill, I reflect on the performance of a sweet boy's favorite song and I give thanks.
I give thanks for a little spirit that is drawn to the truth of a particular song that teaches him who he truly is and why he is here.
And the part where he still thinks his parents are "kind and dear" is something to be grateful for too.