I was thankful for my family – even the extended members who still drove me crazy.
I was thankful for Dahlia saying yes to marrying me, and for making it legal today, even though my son was trying to make his way into the world.
I was thankful that she’d even signed the paperwork making it legal, even though she was screaming about how our child was in her ass hole and she was going to shit out a human being.
I was thankful for the fact that we’d made it to hospital just in time for Shaw to come out and that I hadn’t had to catch him. It had been a matter of minutes after we’d gotten here that he’d popped out of her, but still.
I was thankful that he was healthy and had a good set of lungs on him.
I was thankful for everything!
Dahlia was my good luck charm, and I was going to spend the rest of my life giving her the luck she’d given me.