THE Most Thankful Thursday... It wasn't easy!

What am I most thankful for today?

It's a no-brainer.
It's my son, John.
It's the memory of the day he was born when he came a week early.
It's the surgeon who helped him live. If they couldn't do the surgery to fix his pyloric stenosis he wouldn't be here today.
It's the way he fell asleep before I could say goodnight to him and how he giggled when I put him to bed.
It's his strong personality that showed up when I accidentally splashed him and he splashed me back.
It's his drive and determination that allowed him to learn to ride a bike when he was barely 3 years old.
It's the way he wanted to hurry up and get a week's homework done at one sitting so he could go out and play.
It's his super messy penmanship.
It's his all-around athleticism.
It's his love for our family and traditions.
It's his loyalty to his friends and family.
It's the way his "yes" means "yes" and his "no" means "no."
It's the way he treats people like he would like to be treated.
It's his sensitivity.
It's those compliments he gave me when he thought I was the most beautiful woman in the world.
It's the advice he gives me to this day; and I trust every word.
It's his efficiency to get his work done.
It's the way he manages his time.
It's the way he expects people to live up to his standards and return phone calls right away.
It's the way he fights like heck and never gives up.
It's the way he always comes up swinging.
It's his work ethic.
It's the way he is never ever late.
It's his love for music.
It's the way he knows how to work hard... and then play hard.
It's the way he knows when every sporting event is going to take place; and shares his knowledge with me so I won't miss anything important.
It's the way he wants me to be my best at everything.
It's the way he knows the benefit of a nap.
It's the way he fought his way into advanced classes in middle school.
The way he fought his way into every sport he ever played.
The way he fought his way to play lacrosse for MSU.
It's the courage he had to move out of state to go to grad school all by himself.
It's the way he fought his way into law school.
It's the way he did well once he got into law school.

It's those times God comforted me as his mother when I worried about him in the midst of the entire list.

I'm super thankful that right this minute he is in his last class in law school or any kind of school. I couldn't be more proud... and relieved.

Thank you, God for bringing that little boy into my life. Nope, it's not his birthday. It's just another rainy Thursday where I am so very grateful. You get every single bit of credit for every single thing I listed above. I wrote this in about five minutes, and I know I only scratched the surface of all the gifts God gave my precious son.