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Things I'm Thankful For
(mi mi mi...la la...) I've got cookies, a computer, I've got my man, Who could ask for anything more? *g*
I'm so thankful for Yosemite. The beautiful surroundings, the changing seasons, the privacy. Nature trails and secret spots and always something new to do. Work that I can take pride in, have fun with, that covers room and board. Plenty of free time for meeting new people and playing online. : - ) I am thankful even for the things I have not yet received, like free ski lessons and a White Christmas.
I am thankful for my husband. Without him I don't know where I'd be. Without him I don't know who I'd be. He grounds me. He is the one stable, constant, beautiful thing in a world that would confuse and overwhelm me. He loves me the way every person deserves to be loved. He sees someone in me that I always forgot was there, someone wonderful and beautiful and whole. He reminds me how good it feels to cry, to laugh, to live. He reminds me where I put my keys. He is everything any good man ever wanted to be. He is everything I love about myself. He is my soul. He looks me in the eye when I'm afraid to be seen. He breathes me in when I'm afraid to breath. He takes my hand when I'm afraid to fall. He is brave. He knows right from wrong. He doesn't even think it's a hard question. He is patient and kind for no reason at all. He is everybody's friend. He is popular and he doesn't care. He is always there when I need him. He puts my happiness before his own. He reads books and researches black holes just so we'll have something to talk about. He is brilliant. He tells me stories that make me laugh, or cry, or hate the people in them. Some of them he makes up. He is an artist. He can make time disappear for a while. He can make the world disappear. He can tell me the past doesn't matter and suddenly it's true. He can tell me everything's going to be all right, and it doesn't make any sense but I accept it. He gets jealous when I flirt. He tells me to do it anyway. He always laughs with me. He cries on my shoulder. He listens to my music. He never complains. He tells me he loves me every time I look at him. He watches me in secret, so he knows how beautiful I look when he's not looking. He cooks for me. He is a great cook. He supports my decisions. He doesn't care if I'm wrong, unless it'll hurt me. He accepts my indecisions. He expects nothing from me. He knows me. He still believes in me. He is one hundred percent trustworthy, and so he trusts one hundred percent. He is innocent, childlike, playful. He is vulnerable. He is stronger than anyone I've ever known. He is perfectly imperfect. I love him.
I am thankful for friends and fun. I am always grateful when I have an opportunity to get together with some cool people and chat. Or play cards, watch a movie, whatever. It is hard to connect with people here, where no one has a phone and housing is very spread out. I often spend a great evening hanging out with someone and find out a few weeks later that they left the park before I got a chance to get to know them better. Still, that just keeps me from taking for granted those times I do run into someone I can have fun with. It means a lot to me.
I am SO thankful for my LJ friends. You welcomed me without hesitation, somehow made me one of you, and you have been there for me ever since. No one has ever made me laugh harder or care more. Some of my happiest memories in the last six months are of reading some simple comment, e-mail, post (never mind Rosencon...) that reminded me what awesome people I have as friends. Hey, if "awesome" doesn't do it for you, go back to my 'Friends' post on Oct. 25. I've exhausted my entire vocabulary in expressing how special each of you are to me. I love you.
I'm so thankful for Yosemite. The beautiful surroundings, the changing seasons, the privacy. Nature trails and secret spots and always something new to do. Work that I can take pride in, have fun with, that covers room and board. Plenty of free time for meeting new people and playing online. : - ) I am thankful even for the things I have not yet received, like free ski lessons and a White Christmas.
I am thankful for my husband. Without him I don't know where I'd be. Without him I don't know who I'd be. He grounds me. He is the one stable, constant, beautiful thing in a world that would confuse and overwhelm me. He loves me the way every person deserves to be loved. He sees someone in me that I always forgot was there, someone wonderful and beautiful and whole. He reminds me how good it feels to cry, to laugh, to live. He reminds me where I put my keys. He is everything any good man ever wanted to be. He is everything I love about myself. He is my soul. He looks me in the eye when I'm afraid to be seen. He breathes me in when I'm afraid to breath. He takes my hand when I'm afraid to fall. He is brave. He knows right from wrong. He doesn't even think it's a hard question. He is patient and kind for no reason at all. He is everybody's friend. He is popular and he doesn't care. He is always there when I need him. He puts my happiness before his own. He reads books and researches black holes just so we'll have something to talk about. He is brilliant. He tells me stories that make me laugh, or cry, or hate the people in them. Some of them he makes up. He is an artist. He can make time disappear for a while. He can make the world disappear. He can tell me the past doesn't matter and suddenly it's true. He can tell me everything's going to be all right, and it doesn't make any sense but I accept it. He gets jealous when I flirt. He tells me to do it anyway. He always laughs with me. He cries on my shoulder. He listens to my music. He never complains. He tells me he loves me every time I look at him. He watches me in secret, so he knows how beautiful I look when he's not looking. He cooks for me. He is a great cook. He supports my decisions. He doesn't care if I'm wrong, unless it'll hurt me. He accepts my indecisions. He expects nothing from me. He knows me. He still believes in me. He is one hundred percent trustworthy, and so he trusts one hundred percent. He is innocent, childlike, playful. He is vulnerable. He is stronger than anyone I've ever known. He is perfectly imperfect. I love him.
I am thankful for friends and fun. I am always grateful when I have an opportunity to get together with some cool people and chat. Or play cards, watch a movie, whatever. It is hard to connect with people here, where no one has a phone and housing is very spread out. I often spend a great evening hanging out with someone and find out a few weeks later that they left the park before I got a chance to get to know them better. Still, that just keeps me from taking for granted those times I do run into someone I can have fun with. It means a lot to me.
I am SO thankful for my LJ friends. You welcomed me without hesitation, somehow made me one of you, and you have been there for me ever since. No one has ever made me laugh harder or care more. Some of my happiest memories in the last six months are of reading some simple comment, e-mail, post (never mind Rosencon...) that reminded me what awesome people I have as friends. Hey, if "awesome" doesn't do it for you, go back to my 'Friends' post on Oct. 25. I've exhausted my entire vocabulary in expressing how special each of you are to me. I love you.