12/05/2025
Yes, my hands are full.
Full of wiping noses and tying shoes.
Full of meals to make and messes to clean.
Full of small voices calling my name and little hands reaching for mine.
And today, especially, I’m thankful they’re not empty.
Grateful for the exhaustion that means love was poured out.
For the chaos that means a table surrounded by life.
For the seasons that pass too quickly and the moments I wish I could hold onto longer.
Happy Thanksgiving 🤍