Thanksgiving is a wonder

November 29, 2009
I make people think I’m a one woman army. I’m not. I’m just scared to share. When you’re young, your mother tells you, “Sharing is caring” well here’s the thing, you can share your heart in every way it can be shared, and then it gets thrown down the toilet. Your mom doesn’t tell you, “Remember the person you share with might accidentally on purpose destroy it.” This week was Thanksgiving our family sat around and said what we were grateful for. For the life of me I couldn’t think of anything, then my brother Tyler says. “I’m thankful for electricity.” Even though things aren’t really going the way I planned right now, there are always things to be thankful for. Boys will probably always be an issue, at least until they mature, like a fine wine. At the age of 16, or 17 no one really knows what they want, you may say forever, but by forever you mean 5 days. The things I’m grateful for include my wonderful family, my amazing friends, and the 16 years I had with my mother. I’m learning, just like everyone else is, the only thing that makes me and the 80 year old women in the nursing home next door, is that she has learned a little more than I have. I’m thankful I am a live and breathing.