I sent a letter to someone. It was actually an email, but sent with the same attention to detail and message you used to practice when sending letters. I had purchased a card specifically for this person, but time slipped through my fingers, making an email my only chance to send it in time. I had a sense of what I wanted to say, but was kind of surprised at the way it found its own way.
I sat, fingers hovering over the keys like they’ve done so many time, when I felt the pull. I found myself tracing the ways in which life created different paths that ran parallel and the times when life guided our paths together. It wasn’t long before tears rolled down my face. Allowing myself to acknowledge and honor the influence someone had on my life made me feel weightless. The worries that had accumulated about this project or that situation slipped entirely away and I was left with gratitude.
I carefully reread the letter before hitting send. Memories sprang to life—a smile, a comment, a thank you. It was perfect. I closed my laptop and my eyes. I felt stronger and more hopeful. And so it was that once again, I was thankful for this person.
Do you have someone you can thank?
I’ll start . . .
Thank you. For being a friend, a cheerleader, and a trusted companion.
So many people say they will be around when times get tough. And their words sound sweet. But time has a way of sifting out the chaff.
You and a few other dear ones are still with me. Encouraging me out of the blue, but so often just when I need it most.
So thank you, my friend. More than I can ever really say . . . thank you.
And I know you didn’t mean for us to heap thanks on your head. But . . . well . . . the hat fit. So there.
I can thank you, as well. More times than I can count
I’d thank you, but I’ve done it so many times remotely, in a short while I’ll get to do it in person. So currently, I’d like to thank my colourist. And my body for producing healthy babies.