Multi coloured lights glittered all over our newly fixed roof, and a giant inflatable Santa Clause waved from beside the chimney. At the insistence of Tasha and Elodie. We ate out on the front lawn, and as it was a Thursday, we each stated what we were thankful for. It was a Bloom family tradition, or rather something Sydney and her grandmother had always done. Every Thursday, no matter how difficult the week had been they would sit down to dinner, and tell one another about all the things they were grateful for that week.
My kids responded well to her quirks, seeing the joyous spirit inside of her, and tonight, under the bright festive lights, I knew I was thankful for six months of memories. Six months of unadulterated happiness. Our chicken wraps sat before us as Elly took a deep breat
