Thank you

The glass has mostly been half full in my life.  Somehow I just can't keep it filled at all right now; it feels 100% empty.  I'm hoping that sharing my gratitude will change that.  

It helps me a lot to write here.  Please know that I appreciate your being here.  

I wish I could figure out how to help others as those in my life have helped me.   While I am thinking of how to reciprocate, I would like to at least say thank you.  

I am grateful for your phone calls

And for your beautiful orchids

and the amazon gift card

and the chicken soup

and olive oil moisturizer

and the white organic cotton blanket that you sent me

I am grateful for your generous contributions which will help me live and grow and thrive in so many new, healthy ways 

thank you for staying with me at Hope Lodge

thank you for walking around New York with me when I could hardly walk

and for buying food that I never ate

thank you for visiting me in the hospital, almost every day

thank you for bringing me stratiacella ice cream and tiramisu, from St. Ambroeus, in the hospital

thank you for the yoga jacket 

and the Vuori hoodie 

and the cool Lulu Lemon pants

and the sweater you sent me because you love it yourself💛

thank you for sending me peonies in the hospital

thank you for always knowing what book I should read and dropping it off for me

and for my favorite DeCiccio sugar free biscotti! 

thank you for driving me into NYC and dropping me at the hospital for my bone marrow transplant when I was scared

and for the beautiful pajamas that brought color and beauty to my life this summer

thank you for the coloring book and pencils and that organic chocolate

and for speaking at cocktail hour to catch up on the day's or week's events  

and for texting when you go to the store to ask what you can drop off 

and for shopping and cooking for me everyday

and for the gift card from the local caterer (as you surely understood that I was running out of dinner ideas)

and for your beautiful magazine subscription that brings color and order to my life each month

and for the cards of encouragement 

and for praying for me

and for telling me about your babysitter who shaved her head

and for welcoming my son into your home so graciously this summer

and for being the boss who puts up with me (!!!)

and for your texts

and the painting of the colorful balloon

and for the Splendid hoodie 

and for the Splendidly snuggly pajamas

and for the promise of a picnic when I can get out again

and for the promise to celebrate fall with one last dinner outside

and for those who don't know if they should dare text me, but do anyway, I am so deeply touched by this 

and for the angel who planted a balloon flower (my favorite) in her beautiful garden so that part of me would be with her.  Thank you for telling God that he needs to keep me on earth ;)   

I am so grateful for my precious and brave children who keep smiles on their faces even when I know it is not easy to do.   They work so hard to keep their chins up and their smiles bright even though underneath they feel less sure.  Their glasses deserve to be filled first. 

Focusing on the joy we have in front of us helps eclipse some of the disappointment.  

May your life be filled with peace, love and good health, good friends and loving family.  



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