. . .a Thanksgiving Thought

Sometimes I look around at all of the things I love in my life, like my sunflower kitchen, my mountain view, my piano, and my cozy fireplace.

Sometimes I think about all of the people who make my life full and interesting and who center my world and make me whole,

and then I think of how all of these things came to be part of my life.

I like the song "The Wind Beneath my Wings." I have always kind of associated that song with ones parents. They give us so much initially to sort of launch us into life and hold us aloft.

So with that thought in mind, I was thinking about another person who really has become the foundation of my life today. This person is not so much the wind beneath my wings, as he is the legs upon which I stand.

Without him I would be less than whole.

Without him, the people and things that I currently hold most dear, would be gone, and my life would instantly be something completely different.

That person is you, Kirby Crowley.

After 30 years together, I find that making a life with you has made of my life something both meaningful and joyous--not without trial, no-- but a life that has given, even to trials, purpose and significance that transcends the moment, making temporary pain or discomfort an inconvenience, rather than a calamity.

I was just thinking that I should acknowledge this thought by writing it down, and by thanking you, both for holding me up, and for the making of us, which has become so much more than anything I could have made of myself.

Life is good. . . .