for the wrinkles growing under my right eye: thank you wrinkles (which i tried to convince myself were just bags for about 5 months) you are a nice reminder to me that i’m not 16 anymore.
for the persistent ants that come out and play every time it rains: thank you for giving me an outlet for my anger. i love destroying your species.
for my friends: thank you for sitting around a long table last week. laughing, sipping on wine, eating pasta. praying and weeping… a moment i’m sure will never be forgotten.
for the game of settlers: thank you for your existence on planet earth.
for Jesus: thank you.
for tea: thank you for the instant perk you give me, once, twice, and maybe three times a day.
for the show top chef: thank you for being my one excuse to eat ice cream and turn off my computer.
for little samuel: thank you for melting into my arms and making my heart ache with joy.
for photography: thank you for helping me see, giving me space to be creative, but not for keeping me up at night with anxiety.
for the neighbor next door: thank you for moving. your son was a bully.
for shauna niequist: thank you for reminding me that i like to read.
for halloween candy: thank you that i, and not my children, get to eat you.
for my amazing clients: thank you for inviting me, a stranger, into your story.
for my manoah: thank you for the look that you alone give me.
for 1204 birch way: thank you for keeping your doors unlocked. i know i moved out like 6 years ago, but you just can’t seem to get rid of me.
for gilbert, the landlord: thank you for having a jacuzzi. i am truly sorry about the black spots on the carpet and the colored walls.
for chick fil A: thank you. well, maybe you should be thanking me. i am pretty sure i am keeping your franchise in business.
for my grandma: thank you for your weekly comments. my grandma is better than yours. she is the only grandma who owns a mac computer in the state of Idaho.
for couch cushions: the one form of entertainment that i can always depend on to play with my kids.
for sam: thank you for our fight by the fire place last week. it felt like a workout… awful and terrible, sweat and tears, but when it’s over, like a million bucks. well… at least that’s what the workout people say and if i had a million bucks it would feel pretty much like the way i felt after you listen, heard and loved me back. oh.. and thanks for giving me 2 pretty incredible kids. oh.. and thanks for my taking out the trash everyday.
for thanksgiving: thanks for being totally awesome.