This month has the potential to be very interesting. There are a lot of possibilities around each corner that I am itching to see their outcomes. But as my life picks up, I'm reminded that this month is the month of gratitude.
My goal this month is to take a few minutes out of each day to simply be grateful.
So today, on day one.
I am grateful for my family. For my mom who enough good couldn't be said about. To name a few, the woman who worked however jobs necessary to keep me healthy and happy.
Who loved me when I was mean, when I was bratty, when I was down right difficult to love.
Who stood beside me while my life fell apart, and then picked me up again
The best praise is in the name itself "Mom." I love that lady.
My siblings. Alex and Tess. Alex who grounds me and willingly is my sounding board. Who is my all-around fix-it guy. Who lets me nerd out and still likes me. Who throws my laundry in the drier when I forget. Who that one time chased the girl away with a broom because she wanted to fight me. And Tess. Who is the other half of me. Who speaks my level of nerd and loves it. Who will understand that when I'm upset or pissed, I need ice cream and movies where zombies get violently killed. Who tolerates my incessant talking and calls me on my crap. And the honorable mention of Seth, the brother-in-law. Who at first I thought hated me. And now I truly cherish as a brother. Who cooks better then anyone I know and is good at pretty much everything he's ever tried. Ever. Who found out I had never been given flowers before, so on Valentines a few years ago, got the sister unit flowers and got me some too. I'll keep him
My Aunts and Uncles. Uncle Johnny. He and I have been buds since I was born. He's the rock, the comedian, the family wise guy, both in sarcasm and in wisdom. Who supports my crazy dreams, knowing that I need to do my own thing. Who protects me, and supports me. Who loves me, even when I'm not sure I love me. Aunt Marsha. Crazy, silly, funny, loyal. there are so many adjectives to describe her. My favorite: mine. ha. Take that world. She's MY Aunt. Wouldn't trade her for anyone. And the 90 other Aunts and Uncles (we reproduce like Mormons. Like Catholics. Like Bunny Rabbits) I love you all. Even if you didn't get your own section.
Grandfolk. Most are dead. But what gives me comfort in that, is they will be there so it's not as scary when it's my turn to walk through the veil. I miss them terribly. Grams, who I was closest with is never far from my thoughts (And really, she could speak 8 languages, and swear in 13. or something in that ball park. People wonder where my sass comes from.) Mama. Whose faith led me to consider that maybe there was something more. Who helped shape my idea of what faith meant. And living that faith. Grandpa John. Who bought me my first bike. Who always loved me, no matter how many years seperated us.
Grandma Blenda. There aren't enough words to describe her spunk. She's got the strength of an army. The love of a nation. The compassion of a saint. She is truly incredible, I am just the luckiest person to call her my grandma
Grand-dad. He lives in Spain. and he's awesome. The kind of awesome they write legends about! And I love his wife too. Tricia is British and I love when she talks.
Papa, he is a GIANT! I love that.
And the various people who have become family, even though they aren't mapped on my family tree. Who have stood beside me, who have guided me. Who have lifted me when I've been too weary to keep going. Who have caused shenanigans, mischief and tomfoolery.
I am grateful especially this year, that through the crises, through the devestation that this family has endured this year, distant relations grew stronger. Family bonds grew deeper. Through tragedies and good times and distance, we are ever learning to hold on.
Yes, today. On day one. I am grateful for one of God's greatest gifts. Our families. My family.
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