I'm thankful that Charlie has diabetes and not something devastatingly worse.

I'm thankful for the grungy little boys in Charlie's class that play with him and treat him no differently despite the fact that he's part machine. I'm thankful that for the moment, they think blood is cool.

I'm thankful for the absolutely massive amount of support we receive year after year as we desperately search for a cure.

I'm thankful for friends and family members who would drop the Earth for us in a New York minute.

I'm thankful for numbers like 98 and 102 that sometimes come as an unexpected gift from an unforgiving disease.

I'm thankful for this amazing diabetes community whose empathy and encouragement never tires.

I'm thankful for my wife, who has given up so much of herself to juggle the unrelenting demands of diabetes.

I'm thankful for my daughter who accepts the abundance of attention Charlie receives from us with compassion and grace.

I'm thankful for you, reading this right now. Thanks for listening.

Diabetes often places an asterisk on holidays.

* Had a great time, BUT we battled high blood sugars all day.

It's often a blemish to an otherwise perfect day.

Not this day. This Thanksgiving, diabetes stayed in the background like a sleeping dog tied to a chain in the backyard. No crashing. No soaring. No screaming. No tough decisions when it came to dessert. His numbers were baby bear caliber. They were "just right."

I'm thankful for that. I hope you all had a great Thanksgiving.