Thanks.

This is a few days late, but since it's still November, I believe I can get away with a Thanksgiving post.

Over the weekend, I spent an inordinate amount of time sifting through old photos while at my parent's house. To my horror and delight, I found that not much has changed since I was five years old.

I still have unruly blond hair. I still get food on my face. I still hate wearing pants. I still over-accessorize. And I am still to this day, the happiest kid on the planet.

I am thankful for that five year old wriggling inside of me. She is enthusiastic, friendly, sweet, quirky, funny, scrappy, smart, and obsessed with ice cream. She makes the adult me love every single day of this unbearable hell, enviable paradise, brutal, and beautiful experience we call life.

On that note, I leave you with this query, courtesy of Mary Oliver:

I ask you again: if you have not been enchanted by this adventure--your life--what would do for you?