I made this t-shirt for an 8 year-old’s birthday last week. I finished at the last minute (of course) and gave it to her with the blue water-soluble marks showing behind the embroidery. Her mom is in my craft swap and she laughed when I told her not to worry, the blue marks would come out in the wash. See, my friends know me. And so does my family. They accept me for who I am, faults and all. For this, I am thankful.
That is just one of my many blessings. I am lucky to have many. And so here I sit, the day after Thanksgiving with my pants a bit tighter than they were yesterday, grateful for everything that enriches my life and even some of the things that don’t. Because without those unfortunate events and unkind people, I really would never have grown to be the person I am right now. Life’s lessons are something for which to be thankful. At least, I think so. And so is the constant personal growth that comes from them. I am growing and I like it. Which makes me think that I am a happy camper indeed.