Thank you, spring, for not waiting as long to happen in sone states as others.
Thank you, rain, for cleaning up the mess that Jonas made.
Thank you, reality, for existing in weather forecasts and showing me that winter isn't gone yet.
Thank you, weeks 6, 7, & 8 of my son's life. Because you came to be, I am quickly forgetting about his intense witching hour and enjoying mesmerizingly sweet smiles and coos.
Thank you, sleep, for beinging what you are. Same goes for you, chocolate, hot showers, and Bad Lip Reading NFL '16.
Thank you, God, for hope, healing, faith, and family.