The Real Gratitude List

Every Thanksgiving post is supposed to be this beautiful list of profound blessings, right? Well, here’s mine, unfiltered and honest.

The Real Gratitude List

I’m grateful for Sophie’s belly laugh when Marcus makes faces at her across the breakfast table. For the way she says ‘Mama’ like it’s the most important word in the world. I’m grateful for Marcus’s burnt spaghetti that he serves with such pride I eat every bite and ask for seconds. For my night shift girls at Rex who text me memes at 3 AM and somehow make twelve-hour shifts bearable.

I’m grateful for my mom’s tamales that show up in our freezer like magic, and for the way she doesn’t ask if we need help—she just shows up with food and starts folding laundry. And honestly? I’m grateful for sleep. When it happens. Which isn’t often with a two-year-old who thinks bedtime is a suggestion.

So there it is. My real gratitude list. No Instagram-perfect moments here, just the messy, beautiful, exhausting life we’re building one burnt dinner and sleepless night at a time.