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Grateful for…

Grateful…

For blue skies

For the sun that makes our days just a little bit brighter

For driving…with the windows down on sunny days, listening to blaring music – while the hair on our heads dance in the blowing wind for us as we remain stationary in our seats

For music and having no fear of reaching “maximum volume”

For the friends that share in these California drives with us, and the adventures that come about from them

For the New York subway system – simply because of those who dance on the train and shamelessly make the platforms their stages

For the opportunity to travel the world

For home

For airports and the big, welcoming signs within them, held by the hands of loved ones that jump up and down and run to us from across the terminal before we hug them with all our might

For old friends and new friends – the ones that were born into our lives from the start, and the ones that come up out of nowhere, like sparks that jump out of a fire pit at random at a bonfire on the beach

For the beach – the vivacious crashing of the blue waves and the sand that collects between our toes

For the sweetness of maple syrup that seeps between our fingers, making our hands stick together like paws

For s’mores and ice cream and cake and sprinkles on everything, and for indulgence

For the warm cups of coffee in the morning that steam in our faces and pair perfectly with yesterday’s leftover chocolate-chip cookies that we nibble on – and for the crumbs that spill all over the sheets

For the yearning eyes that beg for a bite that belong to the faces of our furry four-legged friends

For clouds that force us to be cozy

For waking up in the morning

For late night conversations about television and music and art and love that unravel into morning

For love

For heartbreaks that make the experience of love somewhat worthwhile

For hopelessly hopeful romantics that believe in love as their religion

For romantic comedies – and all comedies for that matter

For age-old tradition and for breaking tradition, and for collecting its broken pieces to craft new rituals and beliefs that open new doors for generations to come

For youth and for its fresh voices – and for past generations whose voices will echo eternally

For calling “wrinkles” “laughter lines”

For growing up but never growing old

For making mistakes and learning from them – and laughing at them, and then making new ones again

For laughter

For our flaws and imperfections and for celebrating them with pride

For presents and gifts wrapped in glistening metallic wrapping, with bows the size of our faces stuck on top of their boxes

For family and loved ones and seeing them smile

For champagne and flying corks that weave through streaming rainbow confetti

For birthdays and anniversaries and New Year’s Eves

For wanting to believe in magic

For butterflies – the thousands in the sky and the millions in our stomachs

For the experiences that hurt us so deeply and push us to the ground that give us no choice but to get up and move forward in the direction of progress and eventual triumph

For victory and for loss – and for the distinction between the two that we think exists

For the rain that trickles and then pours from the depths of the sky, that quietly tap our windowpanes, drench our clothes, and drown our inhibitions

For tears

For the little things that turn out to be big things

For weekends, and knowing that Monday is only temporary

For the chance at an education that makes us question why we ever wanted to become a doctor or a lawyer in the first place

For those brave enough to dream of being astronauts and olympians when they grow up

For time

For strangers that surprise us with delight – momentarily or for a lifetime

For eyes that capture a world’s worth

For the promise of a new day and a fresh start

For vibrant sunsets that radiate hope for tomorrow, with shades of blazing red, crimson orange, glowing violet, and electric blue that all bleed into one another and glare before us

And for our beating hearts of the same warm hue, that keep us alive and enable us to helplessly gaze at many more sunsets to come.

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