Friday, June 24, 2011
With my birthday week coming to a close, I'm at a complete loss in choosing whom to thank, so I'll thank everyone. I'm blessed to have such a nice collection of friends and family who shower me with love on a regular basis. From thoughtful gifts given to me in person and in the mail, to a job where I feel respected and valued, and a neighborhood that is rich with intelligent and caring neighbors, I couldn't feel more gratitude for the people around me and the way they manage to make my life ... perfect.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
This week, and it is fortuitous, I would like to thank my Mom. Today is her birthday and I am so happy to have her in my life!
My Mom is the kind of person that everyone just loves due to the fact that she is so giving and sweet. She would do without to make her children happy which frustrates me to no end. She is the one that needs spoiling and to be inundated with gifts and love.
Time is precious for me that I get to spend with her and I thank God every day that she is my Mom and I know my four sisters do also.
God gave her many gifts and one of the stronger ones, besides her big heart, was her ability to just look at a plant and it grows. She plants flowers and a very large garden every year in order to share with us and others. She also complains that WE give HER too much! Imagine!
So thank you Mom from my heart to yours. Others could only dream of having a Mom like you :)
Dziane (said with a French accent)
Friday, May 20, 2011
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Friday, May 6, 2011
Thursday, May 5, 2011
This year they are so vibrant and they seem to have multiplied some. There is even one lone daffodil trimuphantly blooming at the edge of the road, really in gravel not even dirt.
So they have been hiding out under the ground, perhaps gathering strength and waiting for conditions to be right in order to bloom again. I'm so happy they are here.
Here's hoping things are blooming in your part of the world!
Monday, May 2, 2011
One week ago today, my son, William and I were on our way to visit the college on the top of his list on the north
Well, one call to my sister, Renzy, Loranne to other than family, and she was picking us up . Renzy already had a room for us, but Indian first, and then a ride to walk the beach a bit. Then time to retire to the room, she’d already been there to make sure all was in place.
It was so refreshing being with Renzy for some face to face real time. This one thing has always been true of her, she is always ready to drop everything, and give you her full attention even when her life is already over booked.
Sometimes when things don’t go as planned, there is a nice surprise.
Thank you Renzy, you’re the best.
Friday, April 29, 2011
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
A pleasant friendship
I’ve just had the pleasure of spending the weekend with a dear friend. Miriam Tatum, the mother of my daughter Elizabeth’s boyfriend. It’s beginning to feel inadequate to refer to Steven as such, as they have been a couple for 7 years. Miriam invited Grace and me to come along to visit them at
Miriam and I rarely have time to engage in more than a quick chat, as we both have busy lives. It was such a pleasure to have that extended time for pointless meandering conversation.
Miriam’s persona is an elegant balance of patience and curiosity. Much of our time was spent exploring the favorite’s of
I consider myself very fortunate to call Miriam friend.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Can it really have been seventeen years ago that we were having lunch at Insomnia every day when we both worked downtown? Is it possible that we survived on 16 oz. cups of coffee for lunch every day?
I like to think that if we had been told that seventeen years later, we would still be friends, neither of us would have behaved any differently. You still would have shared your finely crafted poems with me, and I still would have given you delicate drawings of dead birds, which is why, I suppose, we are still dear friends.
I rarely see you anymore, certainly not hanging out at the same café every day, but when we do see each other we always laugh together as if it's been mere days. When we find a rare moment to meet, I am always touched by your thoughtful gifts and gestures of kindness. You always manage to give me something that I'm never sure how I lived without in the first place. Samples from Penhaligon's of London, one of the world's oldest perfumers; a different scent to delight my senses every day of the week! And Dave Hickey's The Invisible Dragon, Essays on Beauty. You've always known how to renew my passion for art, and provoke me to find new ways of defining beauty.
Thank you for these lovely gifts, but thank you more for your rich and lively friendship.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Monday, April 11, 2011
My little Gracie
This week I want to express my gratitude to my little girl, Grace. The youngest of 3 at 10 years old, she has always lived in a world quite a bit older than her. Her siblings are 18 and 20. The thing is, she is one of those that is born mature, “old soul”. She is and always has been one to be open to others feelings. Always ready to convey her care and love often with written word. It would be impossible for me to count the love notes and drawings I have received from her, thousands I’m sure.
Grace is also a very talented singer. On one occasion, she decided to sing a song as a parting gift to a young student intern teacher. She sang, “The Circle Game, a Joni Mitchell song”, plus added her own verse for Michelle. Well, any adult in the room had tears in their eyes.
Well, as you can see, I’m pretty proud of her, and thank her for being so generous with her gifts.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Friday, April 1, 2011
My maker of adventures, my musician, my biggest fan, and my best friend. There are few people in the world that I could spend several days with alone, on the road, and never get tired of our conversations, and our silences. Your passion for history, and your curiosity for nature and art are an inspiration to me. "I don't know everything," you often remind me. Yes, but you know so very much.
When my camera broke during our recent vacation, you didn't hesitate to help me to start looking for a place that could sell me a new one. You understood it was that important to me, and that's the kind of guy that you are.
As you approach a landmark birthday, I am reminded of a quote from Proust; "Let us be grateful to people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom."
As I type this, you are out with your friend Chris, a secret mission called Operation Shiny Object, while I wait for all of the guests for your surprise birthday party.
Happy birthday, sweet husband. And thank you.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Friday, March 18, 2011
I had a special occasion today, in which my husband, as well as my father- and mother-in-law took time out of their busy schedules in celebrating.
Dear Jim & Sue,
Your presence today meant the world to me. It is rare that I get to finish something and stop to enjoy its completion with friends and family, both categories that you fit into. Treating us to lunch, and a lovely gift to boot; you are generous beyond words.
Thank you, thank you, thank you!
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
I know this may be a controversial subject but today is my day and I am very thankful for these people. This week my thanks goes out to all branches of our military. I live in a country that everyone outside of it is sometimes literally dying to get into it and live here. I have the right to burn our flag without being handcuffed and driven to jail, not that I would EVER do so. I have the right to protest our very government without getting shot. Just recently, the right to protest at a serviceman/woman’s funeral was granted and as much as I hate the very thought of someone doing so to the inner core of me, it is part of our freedoms. I am free to marry and have as many children as I wish or not marry and have no children. It is not mandatory that I wear a veil but am able to if I so wish. I am able to worship whatever religeon I wish to. I as a female vote here! I also have the right to express myself on our thankful blog living here in this country. The freedoms we all have here in this beautiful country are all owed to someone fighting for them in the first place. I know it is an overused phrase but freedom is truly not free. I can’t say that enough. Someone had to and still does fight for it with their very presence, their training, their words and even their very lives.
So, in whatever branch you may be in, wherever you may be serving, whatever rank you may be, please know that your sacrifices are not forgotten and that I am thanking you to the very bottom of my heart. I will always stand quietly with my hand on my heart for our pledge of allegiance, smile proudly and sing along (correctly) during the Star Spangled Banner and always take off my hat in respect if I happen to be wearing one for both. I salute you!
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Hiya Jenny....Just opened your sweet....thoughtful....caring card and read your
note. You have no idea how serendipitous that moment was for me. I had just
walked in the door after a very difficult day and then I saw your return address
on the envelope sitting atop a stack of bills and junk. I took a deep breath of
calm and happiness as I opened it. Amazing....Just what I needed to
read....just when I needed to read it.
You are a wonder my dear. I too am sooooooooo looking forward to my next trip
to N.Y.....and the opportunity to see your sweet face.
Thank you so much Jenny....for your loving support and friendship. I am truly
Friday, March 11, 2011
Today I got the most wonderful surprise from you; a card (a cat with reading glasses -- too sweet!) with a special treat inside for me. But this is the kind of extraordinary thing you have always done. A willing model when I needed to complete a portrait photography project, and always a good friend. You are a truly generous and kind person. I admire the way you give of yourself both on the job and during your free time, cooking and volunteering for the homeless shelter. You brighten every room you walk into with your ready smile and your kind, listening eyes. Your life is an example to me of grace under pressure and how to bring meaning and joy to every situation.
From the bottom of my heart, thank you!
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
I wanted this week’s thank you to go to our friends Patty and Yvan Cote. My husband Louis has been friends with them since high school and friends with me since I met Louis. We have gotten together on and off throughout the years on a very occasional basis due to their lives being filled with teenagers , work and life in general and ours being filled with our life’s busy time. Until last year in September, I really didn’t know either of them really well. Last year they invited us to go on vacation together down to Myrtle Beach SC and we had a fantastic time and since then, we have gotten together once a month to simply enjoy each other’s company. Patty made a resolution that she was going to try to be part of friend’s lives and be more social this year since her children have left the nest. What a great idea that is! I thank them for their considerable friendship and it feels good to have a couple that we love to “hang” with and enjoy wonderful moments with. Never under estimate the gift of friends :) They are part of the blessings in your life that you shouldn’t take for granted.
Monday, March 7, 2011
A good old fashioned snow storm
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Would like to take this opportunity to share an observation. Being acknowledged in the simplest way can truly lift ones spirit. There is an adorable chunky homeless man that lives around the corner. He is always quick with a smile and a "how you doing"? Passing him last night we shared a mutual "Hi, How are you?" and he told me to "Have a good night." These exchanges always melt my heart a little each time. He is one of the most sincere random strangers I've ever come across. There is a light in him that is quite engaging. Not sure how he feels about our encounters but I personally love them! A reminder to NOT miss the beauty around any given corner.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Monday, February 28, 2011
Generous with herself
Statement of fact; My sister, Diane has the biggest heart of anyone I know. It’s true.
She has a keenly sensitive empathy to those who are fortunate enough to be in her close circle.
Example; This past weekend, she and her charming husband Louis showed up at our door with armfuls of splendid food and wine. The makings for a gourmet dinner of pasta alfredo and treats on the side.
Diane proceeded to assemble and cook this fabulous meal for us, insisting on taking care of everything herself. Well, a wonderful meal it was. And… after the clean-up, she reveals the spa treatments she brought along.
We spent the next hour or so scrubbing, cleansing, and moisturizing…
Diane and Louis spent the night with us, and we shared a wonderful hearty breakfast.
Diane, thank you for taking your weekend to pamper me. You have a way of knowing when I need it.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Friday, February 25, 2011
Several weeks ago, you gave me a book. A lovely book, for which I would like to thank you, yes. But this note is for something more. It is for the way you bring kindness and energy to everyone around you, including me.
I thank you for the way, when you talk with someone, you are completely present. I remember the first time we had lunch together two years ago; a bit of a manic hour of topics ranging from tolerance, to cultural differences, to quiet, private moments of epiphany. We often try to schedule time together -- I remember the time we had a lunch date which I forgot, and though you made your way to our appointed spot, you immediately forgave me and let go of the whole mishap. I learned that your capacity for forgiveness was as great as your capacity to embrace people's virtues, even celebrate their quirks.
I applaud the way you go through life hungry and thirsty for ways you can shape conversations and inspire others. I applaud you for the spirit and tenacity you bring to every situation.
To quote the book you gave me; May God bless you with the foolishness to think that you can make a difference in the world, so that you will do the things which others tell you cannot be done. You have great days still ahead of you. May there be many of them.
Thank you, Laura, for being such an amazing friend.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
I met my dear friend Sandy not long after I – a victim of trailing spouse syndrome – moved (kicking and screaming) from Chicago to Rochester, New York. An acquaintance told me that Sandy – who was a PR person I had spoken with on the phone in my job as a magazine editor, but never met – lived in the same town as I did. I don’t remember who called whom, but we met for lunch and the deal was sealed. Almost 20 years later, and we are still fast friends – and we are two of the funniest people we know . . .
What in God’s name would I have done had I not met you when I moved to Fairport? Let’s see. I would not have applied to Hooter’s for a waitressing job as a joke. I would not have consulted as many psychics, if any. I would not have gone to an “adult” store to buy party favors for Aphrodite (aka me) to take to a theme party. I would not have had as many impromptu salad bar lunches at Wendy’s – certainly not one in which I (and you) used a bit of inappropriate language and were asked to cool it by a young mother. I would never have known someone who could do a cartwheel on a curb and a perfect dismount ("10" from the Russian judge). I would not have joined Match.com (even though I am married) to help evaluate your dating prospects. I would not have gone on your roots tour in and around Rome New York, nor would you have gone on mine in Lake Forest. I would not have watched Jessie and Alex grow up. I would not have worked for five+ years on the Robert Wood Johnson Foundation project with you. I would not have had anyone to tell my weird family stories to – or anyone’s weird stories to listen to. I would not know how to email or text. I would not believe in myself as much as I do now. I would not have laughed until I couldn’t breathe.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
I haven't written a single thank you note this week, because that's the kind of week it's been. In and out of Chicago, running around, putting out small fires. You know the drill. But the spirit is still with me, and I want to send a special thank you to my sisters and my 365Gratitude friends. As my sister Loranne said, generosity is the sister of gratitude, and these gals have it in spades. The way we keep up with each other in little ways throughout our days, and those little gestures that mean so much.
To quote Natalie:
You've been so kind and generous, I don't know how you keep on giving
For your kindness I'm in debt to you
and I never could have come this far without you
For everything you've done, you know I'm bound,
I'm bound to thank you for it ...
Thursday, February 17, 2011
I am swept away as I look at this delightful four day old. I am equally delighted by her older sisters and the fun time we are having. Most of all I am filled with gratitude for my daughter. We have an exceptionally wonderful relationship. It is a joy to be here.
Well, I gotta get back to the fun!
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
He will cross a street without a word with me to be on the same side as a person walking their cute dog just so that I could pet it and is always watching out for animals to point out to me while we are driving. He freely uses my made up words for him and Sunshine without shyness around others and will even explain what I mean to our friends. He will hold my hand every time we walk somewhere because he knows how much I love doing so. Has watched every kind of movie there is with me even though he would not have chosen it. Has bought me copious socks in every color just so I have a choice (socks are my thing). He knows when I am feeling ultra sensitive without me telling him and will hug me to make it better, has taught me to stand up for myself and speak my mind, let me paint our house yellow even though he had misgivings about the color and generally has made sure that I was truly happy and if not, tried to fix it for me. He is my hero, my friend, my partner in crime and my love. Not to be morbid, but we have a recurring argument about who will be "going" first and I pray that we go together a very very long time from now.
I love you My Uis!
Monday, February 14, 2011
Happy Valentine’s Day
There are days, like today, when I want and plan to be cheerful, upbeat and romantic, but just don’t feel it. I’m still recovering from a physical run down crash of sorts from last week, (long story).
Anyway, after spending the morning with me in this gray mood, Paul went off on errands. Three hours later, he walks in the door with an armful of my favorite flowers, stocks and delphiniums, and makings for homemade pizza for dinner. He then cleaned up the kitchen and proceeded to make the pizzas.
So, I am now sharing this story full of yummy pizza, with a heady bouquet of flowers near me.
Paul, you know how to do Valentine ’s Day for me, you always have. Thank you.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Dear Denny & Carmen, Curt & Jan,
I was something of a stray puppy when you took me in so many years ago (I dare not articulate the actual number of years). Working for you has perhaps been the only time that being an artist was looked upon as a bonus, rather than a detriment, in the business world. I still cherish memories of being asked to design and paint a mural in Curt's office when we moved to Marconi Boulevard. (I quickly learned that no matter how big and colorful I made the mural, his personality would inevitably be bigger and more colorful.) It is with humility that I also remember the support and encouragement I received from you all to pursue my art, which I did and continue to do. And I count myself fortunate to have worked in what I still consider one of the most beautiful and art-filled offices ever.
Not only did you provide me numerous professional growth opportunities, but taught me some truly meaningful life lessons as well. You taught me that relationships are not merely something; relationships are everything. Both personally and professionally. You showed me the meaning of integrity daily. You gave me many reasons to be proud that I worked with such a caring and energetic group of people, and your gestures of love and generosity are simply too numerous to recount here.
You were my second family for those seven years, and for that I am deeply grateful.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
My father’s older sister, Kathryn, was, in the parlance of the day, a spinster. She was a nurse by profession and was for a time the head nurse at a large Catholic hospital in Milwaukee.
We knew how to have a good time, didn’t we? I remember our yearly trips to Clark’s Camp in Vermillion Bay, Ontario. We always stayed in that little cabin right on the lake, lounged around all day reading drugstore novels and playing canasta, and walked up to the main lodge for our meals. Your friends who lived across the lake had a yellow seaplane that used to land right on the shore outside our front door.
When it was time to back to Chicago, we used to take the long way, driving on blue highways and stopping in little towns along the way. I didn’t realize it at the time, but I was receiving some excellent training on canvassing “junque” shops for treasures and bargaining. By the time we got back to Chicago, there was barely room in the Rambler for the two of us!
And I will never forget that it was you who came to stay with me for a week after I had my son, Richard. His father and I were college students at the time, and you taught us how to care for a new baby. Later, when Richard decided to wail like a siren through his christening, it was Great Aunt Kate who soothed him to sleep.
I could go on and on with so many more memories. I feel I never thanked you properly for everything you did for me and encouraged me to do. I hope you recognized the sheer delight and love in my face at the time.
I recently reconnected with my cousin Bobby. We talked about you a lot. You’d be happy to know that both of us remember the little poem you used to recite to us when needed:
A gum-chewing girl/boy
And a cud-chewing cow
There is a difference
I will allow:
The intelligent look
On the face of the cow.
I hand delivered to one of my friends at our 6:00am call yesterday morning. It put a smile to her face and got myself a hug as a result. Great way to start the day. Must get back to work. More to follow this Sunday.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Throughout the many years since our childhood she has been my fierce protector, my cheerleader, my friend, my playmate, my guide and my sister. She has picked me up more times than I can count whenever I fell, both literally, which was quite often, and figuratively when my sensitive side took over.
I couldn’t imagine my life without her in it and look forward to making even more memories as we get older and better :) She is the best big sister anyone could have ever wanted and I am grateful! Thank you Carol!
My big sister: Always there to whisper “I’m here” when I was little and even now.
Monday, February 7, 2011
Sometimes in giving, we receive more than we give.
Monday afternoons are my regular volunteer time in my daughter’s 4th grade class. I started this practice of spending some time each week in my children’s elementary classrooms 16 years ago when my oldest was in kindergarten. So, I’ve been a fixture of sorts in this same school for quite some time.
Each time I enter those doors I am met with a sense of welcome. As I walk down the halls, I’m greeted from inside a room, or someone comes out for a conversation. Many of the teachers and staff there now were there 16 years ago, so questions are often asked of my older 2. As time goes by, I am impressed by how their enthusiasm and commitment to each child has persisted and even grown. In those hours spent in the classroom, I have witnessed consistent patience, encouragement, and clever direction over and over again.
In the time spent within these walls, I know that I have learned so much, about children, education, and community. For this I am so very grateful, for in giving a little time, I have received so much more.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
I met Colleen a long time ago, sitting next to me at a film company I worked at for a brief time. But in that first day, all those years ago, I found a friend of like mind, and similar sense of humor about the trials and tribulations of working in a dysfunctional office. It didn't take long before we found much in common with our interests outside of work. We quickly found ourselves spending time outside of the office with the few hours we had off exploring those. It was with Colleen that I began my obsession with beads. It was with Colleen that I explored finer crafts and allowed myself to be creative outside of the film business. And it is still Colleen still inspiring me to take up anything creative today - millinery is now her passion - as is textiles. Of like mind, again, I find!
And when I returned to Los Angeles, it was Colleen that was the first to invite me to a party to get reintroduced to mutual friends. Today I spent a few hours with her, and like old times, we talked about issues that we're facing today in our lives. Although the issues are much different from our 20 something selves of yesterday, and somehow more complicated, we still found a way to support each other, and give one another encouragement and hope for the future, free of these troubles. She's a life-long friend that I am so grateful I have found again - not that I ever lost her! To you, Colleen, as I stated earlier, I love you. You enrich my life in so many ways! And from the bottom of my heart, thank you!
Friday, February 4, 2011
Thank you for encouraging and supporting me in stepping out of my comfort zone in seeking professional growth oportunities. Your kind and generous letters gave me courage to consider possibilities that I hadn't considered before. I am fortunate to even know two such sophisticated, intellegent and lively women, let alone to have worked with them. In an uncertain world, it's great to know that you both have my back.
From the bottom of my heart, thank you!
Thursday, February 3, 2011
My husband calls them my posse. They drove over 350 miles last week to see me. And they only were able to stay 24 hours. Yes, they are there for me,they have my back. We are there for each other. These women have circled up and ridden miles for me. They have been there for me in times of tragedy and times of joy. They have traveled great distances, prepared feasts for my wedding, sat by my side, and they know all sorts of sorted details about me --- and still like me.
Annemarie and Joanne are each in they own way, strong, compassionate, funny, incredible women. They are true gifts in my life.
We'll be friends forever -- pinky swear!
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Monday, January 31, 2011
The single lasting comment
This week’s thank you note goes to someone whose name I don’t even know, never did. This is an illustration of how our slightest gestures or comments can have a long lasting impact.
It was a sunny Saturday, Paul & I had traveled to his younger brother’s football game. It was the Shrine Game when John was a high school senior. It was half time, so we went to get a snack. Well there was a hotdog vendor doling out hotdogs to the people in line. Paul & I must have been conversing pretty exuberantly, and I was laughing quite a bit. When we got to the head of the line to order and receive our hotdogs, that man looked Paul in the eye and told him that he better keep me around because of that great giggle. Well, my sweet husband to be at the time took notice of that comment, and he to this day reminds me of it on a pretty regular basis, which of course makes me giggle.
So remember, when you are going about your day, and feel an impulse to say something nice to someone, go ahead, that comment may just have a ripple effect that endures.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Sent a note to both my mom and dad separately this week. Realizing that they are individuals and have given similar and at times separate kinds of support. Having a daughter that dreams and desires things they can't understand or relate to was not easy at times. For the purpose of this post I will focus on my dad and his subtle and quiet enthusiasm in spite of his thoughts of my choices. Being an independent free thinking and spirited girl truly gave my dad a run for his money. He has always been supportive of my acting career yet he was convinced I should have 'something to fall back on'. We've had countless conversations through out the years. Usually, when I get frustrated and am questioning my choices. He'll throw that doozy in there. What is so great about him is that he does feel strongly about me finding something stable or marrying a man with money perhaps-or marrying a man period(Hey, I wouldn't mind that either-LOL). I digress. When I received my acceptance letter to the American Academy of Dramatic Arts he sat next to me with just as much anticipation and nerves while I opened it. When the result was 'You are accepted' he beamed and gave me the biggest hug. He was so happy I was happy. At the end of the year there are a set of exam plays. He flew down and surprised me to attend the plays. He raved about one of my performances and couldn't picture anyone else in the role. Nothing like a father's love, huh? He doesn't understand how I can take all that rejection and continue to forge ahead. It perplexes him yet he still loves and supports me. He does think I'm crazy-too. Which makes me smile. Again...unconditional love prevails along with differences. Cheers to having your opinion and allowing me to be who I am. Appreciate all the years of love, contention and humor. Thanks Dad!! ;-)
Friday, January 28, 2011
While it's a new year, I hope to enjoy many more challenging and interesting photography projects with these friends scattered across the country, and I want to thank them all for a really wonderful collaboration.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Without her where would we be? She gives us life. She now supports almost 7 billion people with food, water and the air we breath even though we treat her with disrespect and disregard. She offers us beautiful vistas, lakes and rivers to enjoy, mountains to climb and oceans to swim in.
Every time I drive up to Sedona, I am still in awe of the amazing "red rocks". I am so lucky to live/have lived in two very beautiful, yet very different states. Vermont, with it's vibrant fall foliage, rolling green hills and abundant lakes and rivers is such a contrast to Arizona's high desert country and Grand Canyon where the mighty Colorado River has carved it's way through, making it what it is today. I love them both. I am so grateful for the opportunities I have had to see different parts of this world, of this country. It is truly amazing.
She is only on loan to us all, what will be left for our children or our grandchildren? I'm doing my part, will you do yours?
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
When we first met at that Women’s Roundtable event in Chicago, who knew that more than 20 years later, we would still be trying to figure out what we want to be when we grow up? There is one thing, however, that I do know for certain: Without you, I don’t think I would have made it through some of the most challenging times in my life. You have always been there for me – to listen, ask the right questions and ultimately bring me around to believing that, no matter what, I was going to be OK.
There are so many things I admire about you – your creativity, your spirituality, your personal style, your love for your family, your sense of adventure. Thank you for sharing all these treasures with me.
And thank you for sharing the most valuable treasures of all – Zoe and Mia. Since I don’t have any “ grands” of my own,I’ve had such a great time with them. Remember the evening I made a dress out of Kleenex for Zoe’s naked Barbie? She thought I was some kind of rock star, and that felt great.
I know our friendship will endure for the rest of our days – and then some.