August 11, 2006
It’s blueberry season again.
And unlike last year, the blueberries taste sweet.
And this year I can see all the things of which I am thankful. This year the hazy fog of depression is gone. This year I can give thanks for:
Round baby bellies
snow cones on a hot day:
flowers that grow outside my front door
flying through the air:
That maybe I am doing something right
And on the third anniversary of the death of Rob’s sister, I am mostly thankful for time:
Time to find my smile again.
Time to finally get it right.
This year, it is enough. And I am thankful.
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