My birthday is tomorrow. Thanksgiving day. In a year filled with so many positive and magical moments, I am struck by the consequence of this birth date falling on a day in which we remember the gifts we have received and to be thankful for all the rich and fulfilling goodness in our lives.
I am thankful to the those in my life I call family. Your actions in support of my effort to publish my memoir have been mighty. Your generosity, strong hugs and unconditional love have kept me standing and persevering. I am humbled by this strong circle of love and support.
I am thankful to my husband, my mate and my companion. It had not occurred to me initially that in the same year that I published a book about my stepmom experience that I would also celebrate 25 years of marriage with this guy who asked me to walk with him on this road of family and motherhood. It is a gift to say we still like each other, love one another and share in the excitement of looking forward to the adventures still to come our way.
I am thankful to the circle of those folks that I am lucky enough to call friends. You pick up the phone, answer the text and raise the glass in love. You listen. You show up. I am a better person by the fact you are all in my life. Your beauty surrounds me daily.
I am thankful to the group of women that I have met through She Writes Press. Their interest in sharing their knowledge and support has been a beautiful and lovely surprise. A true gift.
I am thankful to all of you who have taken the time to read my book. And I am thankful to those of you who have texted, emailed or written me to tell me your response to this story. I am filled with immense gratitude for your kind words and supportive thoughts.
I am thankful that our daughter has had the opportunity to ask her 85-year-old Grandmother what it would have meant for her to see a woman as President. The wisdom of many, many years. And I am truly thankful that that same Grandmother has encouraged this daughter to be ready to support and fight for the rights of all people.
We have a family tradition of placing our rings through the lit candles on the birthday cake. We then make a wish for that person as they blow. That moment between rings being placed and the exhale of air to blow out the candles is a magical one. A pause. Of love, good wishes and above all, a sentiment of true thanks from all sides for being at that table to share in that one moment, all together.
I am thankful.