Thanksgiving...

Today, while I was holding Elisabeth in the rocking chair, with our cheeks pressed against each other in our usual  turntaking  humming song,  I began longing for that child I dreamed about 26 years ago. That child who was floating somewhere in a primative sea of genetic scramble. As I feel her  body occupying that warm embrace that only a mother can provide while  also being weighed down, a child  without DDX3X  genetic coding, ACC and polymicroplegia labeling  begins telling me how much she loves  me, her family, and her life.  She is telling me how  much she loves her dad's homemade ice cream and pumpkin  pie after lunch.  She is telling me that the universe is calling out to all of us in a song of praise and Thanksgiving to anyone open to listen.