I’m so tired and overstimulated, but my heart is fuller than it’s ever been (!!!). My to-do list feels never-ending, but I feel like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. I’m navigating grief and how big and heavy it is to have an empty seat at the table, but I feel so much gratitude for those around me and how we hold on to all the good around us. This is my second Thanksgiving as a mom, and in a way I feel like I am still getting to know who I am now, but at the same time I feel more sure of who I am than ever before. Tired and grateful isn’t such a bad combo after all… 🤎