I owe thanks to a lot of people this year. I hope I have done a good job at telling you all (at least I have tried), but in case I haven’t, here’s a big list, in no particular order, of all the things I want to thank you for. If one is meant for you, hopefully you’ll know it. ❤
Holding my hand.
Letting me feel crazy without judgement.
Sharing my pain.
Sharing your pain.
Believing in me, even when I didn’t believe in myself.
My very first surprise party.
Inviting me to speak.
Seeing me as a human, and not just another patient.
Believing so strongly that things will be okay, even better than okay, that I begin to believe it myself.
Pushing for the blood work.
Organizing a ninja friends support network. Holy shit, seriously.
Just being there, and making sure I knew that you were.
The way that you hug my neck.
Talks at the breakfast bar.
Talking me through.
Keeping me accountable.
Shopping and drinking in Haight-Ashbury.
Sea Lions on the pier.
Actually, just ALL THE food in San Francisco. Oh my god, that Thai place.
In fact, just all of San Francisco. All. Of. It.
Saying “Mom, you know, I love you.” at completely random moments.
Finders keepers, smackie boy.
Being sensitive to my feelings.
Persistently complimenting me, even when I’m terrible at receiving them.
Trying something new.
Teaching me to see.
Opening a well of gratitude within me.
Being strong when I wasn’t.
Being available, at the drop of a hat.
Getting me outside.
A present for no reason.
Being so mature.
Letting me cry.
Being okay with repeating yourself when I need something hammered in.
Lifting me up.
Reminding me to stay open.
Being proud of me.
A picnic on a warm, Fall day.
Reminding me to play.
Tolerating my yarn hoarding.
Tolerating lots of other stuff, too.
I love you guys. All of you.