"Mikayla, how can you just be sitting there? Dinner's not done and we need to clean." I heard my wife yell as she ran around the kitchen like a chicken with its head cut off.
"Mitch, babe, calm down." I said looking at her only to look back at the book I was reading. She stopped and walked over to grab the book out of my hand.
"Don't sit there. Help me, please. We have to cook dinner for both of our family's before Michael wakes up." I looked up at her and stood up. I took back the book and placed it on the table.
"What are you doing?" she asked I could tell she was hoping that I standing to help.
"Your mom is bringing stuffing, my mom is bringing pie and Dallas and Maddie are bringing everything else. All you have to cook is the turkey and it's in the oven. About the house, we cleaned yesterday." I started to walk past her to the radio, but she grabbed my wrist. "Hold on." I walked over and started the song I was thinking of called "First Day of My Life" by Bright Eyes. I walked back over to take her in my arms to sway to the music. She rested her head on my shoulder as I said, "Ever since Mike was born we haven't had a minute together except when we're sleeping. Can we please just take advantage of the quiet?"
"But . . ." she started, but I stopped her words with my lips.
"No buts, just dance." She opened her mouth again, but I gave her a look that caused her to close it. We danced quietly and I thought of why I was thankful this year. I pushed her away to look in her eyes and whispered, "You are the number one thing I'm thankful for." I saw her eyes swell up along with mine and I pulled her into a soft kiss. Before the kiss could go farther we heard a cry coming from upstairs. "I'm thankful for him too." I said and Mitchie laughed her adorable laugh as she walked away to get our two month old son.
