|The orange of Yellow Dog Print|
I'd rather be where we are right now when I heard your voice on the phone tonight.
Here's the thing I now notice about gratitude, something I guess I didn't necessarily expect:
Sometimes, like yesterday, I worry I wasn't grateful enough and something I needed to be more grateful for got taken away. It can make you a little crazy, make you say thank you for everything for fear something/someone you took for granted will vanish.
Then I tell myself that I am not near as powerful as I like to imagine, and I breathe relief that you're still here.
Which means I need to perfect my gratitude.
Hone my skills, a resolution on a holiday.
I am going to get better at this.
Today I am grateful for you, for your voice, your sense of humor, those little things I heard you did and said which let me know, Yep, that's my Dad.
What is so special about Thanksgiving this year? I get to see you, Dad.
I know you don't listen to