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Fifteen Days of Thanks - Day 1

Today I am thankful for family.  For the connections that strengthen with the truth.  For traditions and  memories.  For every call I get that reminds me that we are in this together.  For the times that came before the struggle.  For the hope of even better times to come. For the acceptance.  For the season that brings more time together.  For a place to call home that has nothing to do with four walls.  For the lines on my face that remind me of his.  For the relationships that have nothing to do with bloodlines, but everything to with commitment and family. For time. Years. Faces. Love.

I have been blessed.

Comments

Anonymous said…
What a lovely gratitude post!
Vitamin B-Lardo said…
How are you doing? I think of you often.
Anonymous said…
Awwww, thanks! You are very sweet. I am doing okay - have finished my final chemo and I am now waiting for my scan results. Depending on what they show, I am either in remission or back in treatment. I had been hoping to take part in a clinical trial, but the trial has been put on hold for safety reasons! I try to stay in the moment, and not worry, but that is not always easy!
I also moved my blog. My new site, if you ever want to pop by and visit is:
www://notthedestinationbut.wordpress.com
Stay well. And keep posting. Yours in one of my favorites!
xoxoxo
Queenet said…
Hi Jamie, what an AMAGING post for your thankfulness in your life. God bless you and he has --- with family, friends, your wonderful creativity. Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours, Love you, Aunt Elaine

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