Three years ago, I shared this picture on Thanksgiving Day and wrote the words, “that is a lot of love.”

Three years ago, I was a new mom for the fourth time and I was so very happy.

Three years ago, I gave birth to a son that adored being snuggled in my shirt to sleep and was a happy nursery and quite content most of the time.

Three years ago, I wondered how I had been so blessed.

Three years ago, I had no idea writing was in my future and would be such a gift to me.

Three years ago, I wondered how I would juggle so many balls and today, for the most part, I have put them all down.

Three years ago, we named our third son Amos and I envisioned a rough and tumble sort that would be tough enough to fend off any naysayers of our unusual choice.

Three years ago, our family was given a chance to learn about Agape love and in the most literal sense that exists.

Three years ago, I was filled with joy, no fear, and to remember that feeling is to give rise to hope of which I sometimes forget.

Three years ago, I received the key to the tapestry of my life.

Happy Thanksgiving from me and mine to you and yours.