I’m grateful . . .
. . . for a family who forgives, encourages, cooks for, laughs with, (and occasionally annoys) me.
. . . that I can watch my children grow up, and that I can actually be a part of their life.
. . . for parents who aren’t afraid to tell me the truth.
. . . for discovering and rediscovering the love of my life and being present enough to know it.
. . . for the constant, unconditional, and undeserving love of my family.