Tonight I am feeling grateful for my family. For my own little unit of 5, for the way we move through life together, pieces of a whole, knowing one another so fully and sharing all the small moments, good and bad. For my mother and my sister, the three of us, strong women all, our shared history and our dreams for the future. For my father and stepmother, for the gifts of time and travel and support and inspiration they've always given me (how I wish I could see them every week!). For my cousins and aunts, my far-flung family, Hendersons and Heids, scattered around this country but called to be together more and more as the years go by. Without our anchors-- Grampy, Grandma Gertie-- we've struggled. But we are still family and there is still time and there are beach houses to share and giant Thanksgiving dinners to plan and I am so grateful for each of these people who share my genes and my history.
Time is flying towards the aforementioned Thanksgiving day and in this rush of days leading up to it, I am grateful for the chance to slow down and think about the people in my life, and the joy they bring me. I am grateful too for music, for the Brahams Requiem, for a director who makes music theory exciting to learn; for crispy cold night air, for quick shopping trips and lingering conversations with the man I love. I am grateful for my health and my busy, busy life. I wouldn't have it any other way. Except for maybe with more time to sleep.
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