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Thankful

Despite what many of you may think---I am thankful for many things in my life. Many, many things. Even the hard things that have made me stronger, though I might not have seen it at the time. It's never fun going through the refiners fire but it's always worth it.

I'm grateful for my husband. He's the kindest, most gentle man on the planet. We have been through a great deal in our marriage and he's either a glutton for punishment or he really loves me because he's still by my side. He's always been a hard worker and good provider for the family. I love him.

I'm thankful for my oldest daughter Stephanie--or Tep as the kids call her. Nearly 21 years ago she made me a mommy for the first time. She taught me the real meaning of love and how you can absolutely love another person so much that you would literally walk through fire for them. I admire her dedication to her physical health and I'm grateful that she's beginning to see the benefits of filling her spiritual side as well.

I'm thankful for my son--The Boy--who has taught me I was right when I thought that males were from another planet. I'm thankful for his maturity in taking over his personal finances and purchasing his own car this year.

I'm very thankful for my Allison Marie. She has the sweetest, most sensitive heart. I'm grateful for her laughter and for her love and for having her. Her sense of humor nearly puts me on the floor at times. Through her I have learned so much.

I'm thankful for Ashley Rose. Through her circumstances of birth and health I have come to be a stronger person. I have also become acquainted with many people I would never otherwise have met and they have become dear friends. I'm thankful that Ashley will still cuddle with me, that she will still hold my hand and she will hug me. I'm thankful that she feeds my mommy-heart when I most need it filled.

I am grateful for gospel of Jesus Christ in my life. I'm thankful for the spirit in my life and the little nudges I receive. I'm thankful for the blessing I receive and the strength given to me when I read the scriptures, when I pray and when I attend the temple.

I'm thankful for all of you--my friends and family--both in the real world and in the virtual. I'm even thankful for the person who hit our car and didn't leave a note. I'm thankful for the other guy who hit our car and did leave a note. I'm thankful that the basement is flooded and adding excitement to our Thanksgiving day.

What are YOU thankful for?

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