every year we go around the table at thanksgiving and tell what we are thankful for. it usually stresses me out because i am so thankful for so much, but it somehow seems trivial when the words come out of my mouth. as i was downloading pictures off my camera tonight, i came across this one from a few weeks ago. not that my mace is any more special to me than brax, but she is the one who made me a mama... and she is the one that has been glued to my hip ever since. i am beyond blessed to call her my sweet daughter.