Pity Party. Thanks.

Hello there world. I am writing after a doozy of a day. Many a hitch in my steps and cannot wait until I crawl in to my cozy bed and forget that this world full of crashing Photoshops and fruitless attempts to be a productive human being even exists. This is a confession really. Today I sucked at being a gracious momma. I really sucked at being content despite my circumstances. I sucked even worse at capturing a family's beauty through my lens. I feel defeated. But am gently reminded that tomorrow is a day of Thanksgiving.

I pray that I will land on the right side of the bed in the morning. That when I pour my coffee, my glass will be half full. Or flowing over even. I have pies, bread pudding, cranberry sauce and a sweet potato casserole to prepare, so I must draw my much needed juice from a well that is reliable. And so, I want to give a cranky, weary shout out to Jesus. And be grateful that on my snarkiest of days, that He loves me and sees me as sweet and kind and good. Self-serving, impatient wretch should=badness. But instead, I get to be a treasure. What a concept.

How about you? What are you grateful for this Thanksgiving holiday?