Thankful for Blueberries

Before I begin waxing poetic, I wanted to give an update on Rowan: we are being referred to the Scottish Rite Children's Hospital in Dallas. I don't have our referral date yet, but as soon as I know when our appointment is going to be, I'll be sure to write about it. Thanks to everyone who sent us prayers and well-wishes. It's going to be a long road ahead of us. Anyway, back to the blog at hand:

Thanksgiving. It's a wonderful day. A day full of turkey, dressing, sweet potatoes, rolls, and, of course, pie. Applie Pie. Pumpkin Pie. Pecan Pie. You name it, if it comes in a flaky and golden pie crust, I'd probably eat it.

But there's so much more than food to be thankful for. Friends and family...yadda yadda yadda. Of course I'm thankful for my friends and family. What schmuck wouldn't be thankful for their loved ones? So upon pondering the thankfulness of the season, I wondered what I'm really thankful for..beyond the obvious. And suddenly, as I sit here enjoying a tasty blueberry milkshake that I just whipped together, it dawned on me. I am thankful for blueberries.

That's right. I said blueberries. Behold their wonder. They are tiny. They are deliciously sweet. They are the most wonderful shade of purpley-blue. They can be made into pie (meeting a required criteria). They can be made into any number of tasty pastries, such as muffins or tarts. They are a superfood, and are one of the ten best things you can eat to boost your brain...lord knows I need that. Really, the only drawback I can think of is that they turn baby poop funny colors and they stain if you dribble while eating them. This primarily affects Adam in our family...but it's a minor inconvenience in the grand scheme of things.

I wouldn't necessarily consider blueberries my favorite food, or even my favorite fruit for that matter. So it stands to reason that if I'm so thankful for blueberries, then just think of all the other things, things big and small, that I have to be thankful for. Which brings me back to pie....