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Happy Thanksgiving.

It's an important time for each of us to take a moment and recognize how truly blessed we all are. We go through this life and have different experiences, some travel, some start a business, settle down, start a family, etc. that's the beauty of the lives we have you can be and do whatever you want, create your own story.
My life changed two days ago. My beautiful, vibrant, outgoing 15month old daughter Sloane was diagnosed with cancer. That word sucks. Fuck Cancer. It's changed our whole lives and I know it's just getting started.
It's hard, I now have to ask my wife to do more than the Wonder Woman shit she already does on a daily basis, promote my oldest daughter Audrey to CBS (Chief Big Sis) and make sure she knows how critical she is to this whole process. As private as I tend to be, I have to call on people and expect them to just listen while I sob, because they know I won't do it around the girls (as much as I can).
I don't know how often I will write on this thing but Courtney was right, it seems like it will be a good outlet. It's not a typical thanksgiving for the Davisson's but we have a new normal and frankly it's beautiful. I have all of my girls and we get to see all of our family today, some people don't get that luxury. Enjoy each day and appreciate everything around you.

Be kind to each other.

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