A Very Belated Thank You

I am a very grateful person. Every morning, every evening, and many, many times throughout the day I am thankful for my friends and family. When I unlock my door, not only am I thankful that my key works, but that I have a door to open.

When I am standing in the midst of the debris and various body fluids that seem to accompany parenting, and the additional food on the floor that is brought on by a child with disabilities, I am thankful that my children are healthy, and with me. I am so grateful when my husband, who has somehow managed to put up with me for more than 15 years, walks through that door again, and helps me get our life cleaned up, and set up for our next adventure. I say, many, many, times a day to myself: I have a great life--and I actually mean it.

I try to tell the people in my life that I love them, that I need them, and when I find their jokes funny. I almost always write a thank you note.. oh yes... I really do. I write them.

and then they sit.. in a box, or in a pile of unstamped mail, in between the seats of my car. They get lost in the shuffle of my life. They used to get to the people I want to thank. I even used to send cards to people randomly just to let them know that I care.

So, for all of you who are waiting on that thank you card.. for my dearest friends who do too much, and for the gracious hostesses who have served me well, and those that have gifted my children all of the amazing things we have around our house... I'm working on it.

If you get a note in the mail, or on your porch, or in your child's little cubby, and it's dated 2010, or even 2009, please know that I've been thankful for you that whole time. All of those days between you adding joy or brightness to my day, or saving my ass, I am so grateful for you, and for you, and you, and especially you.

I hope you know that.