Thank you, Santa! What I wish for Christmas is already here. Jack, Rooney and Coco are snuggled in bed. Mackenzie just left the house to start her early work day. And I woke to these boots and a solo sock, reminding me that Zach is upstairs and home for Christmas. Feeling blessed is an understatement.
2014 has been a full year. Mackenzie earned her Master’s degree, Zach his Bachelor’s degree. I launched Out of the Weeds; this blog, and began my career in manufacturing and distribution. I turned 50 years old. I’m grateful that my children are living their dreams, and get to watch me live mine, no matter the age.
I love where we chose to live and am grateful each day for the warmth and sunshine, the birds, the sea and the sand.
I am thankful for friends, near and far, old and new, and although I don’t get to see most of you often enough, I know you’re here, and for that, I’m grateful.
I am grateful for the big grey ghost that shares every moment of every day with us, and our crazy-ass chihuahua, who made it through a life-threatening experience this year (although the experience didn’t humble her one bit).
Memories . . . thank you for the memories that are so raw this time of year. Memories of Christmases past. Of loved ones lost. Of loved ones who’ve chosen to go. Grateful for the bittersweet memories.
I live each day with love, with a man who supports my unfaltering devotion to my children, my need to travel and explore the earth, and my commitment to grow a business while he is trying to quiet his professional world. Gratitude seems too small a word to describe my feelings for Jack. Thank you, again, Santa.
Most of all, I am grateful just to be here, living life, experiencing the wonders of it all, with both the joys and sorrows that are a part of the journey.