I’m thankful for a child who sleeps so sweetly.
I’m thankful for a week in the mountains with family to keep him occupied.
I’m thankful for his flawless bill of health.
I’m thankful for his gorgeous blue eyes and wide toothless grin.
I’m thankful for his daddy who could not be more selfless in raising our son.
I’m thankful for a strong back to hold him.
I’m thankful for a car that rides high and has enough space for all of our stuff.
I’m thankful for antidepressants.
I’m thankful for America’s Cutest Dog, Murphy.
I’m thankful for steady jobs.
I’m thankful for two sets of grandparents who still love each other after 36 years.
I’m thankful for peace in our home, and hopeful for peace across the earth.
I am Jaime, wife to Jacob. We are the smitten, stupefied, sometimes scared silly parents of a precious boy nicknamed Seabass and a darling girl nicknamed Sweet Chuck.
Higher Highs, Lower Lows 
Amen.
In the risk of being sappy, I’m thankful for you, your blog, your little man (aka Monkey’s future husband), your hubby (for being so good to you), and, of course, the Murph Dog (for being not just a taker, but a giver – arf arf).
Doyle should be aamhsed of himself calling himself a traditionalists of bluegrass music. You never use a stupid electric bass and drum (give a break) in bluegrass music. What a sorry excuse of calling himself a traditionalist. You do not see other true grass groups down grading bluegrass as he is doing. Maybe he can receive a few of rap singers to be a component of the non bluegrass group. The circus will likely be coming through town in the few weeks. Maybe he can pickup a few clowns then. So So sad.