Hem your blessings with thankfulness so they don't unravel. --Anonymous
As a high school sophomore, I took Spanish with crazy Mrs. Shelton, who seated us in alphabetical order. Behind me was seated a tall, skinny, quiet guy named Brian Rives, and Mrs. Shelton was a tiny bit enamored of him (or was at least bowled over by his charm). Brian and I both got the inside dish on what words were on the vocabulary quizzes, and we shared this information. Brian and I grew up and both ended up at UAH, where we took a history class together and never lost touch. When I was so sick, one of my first memories was of a visit from him (and he came to see me more times than I could possibly count). Brian is probably the most genuinely nice person I know, and I’m a better person for having been friends with Brian for about fifteen years now. I’m so thankful that he and his sweet wife Stephanie are expecting a precious little baby.
(What's up with my lack of pictures of my friends? I have to correct this!)
Another very important person for whom I am thankful is Nanny Rebecca. When I recall how stressful things were when Rebecca was not doing well in daycare, I say a prayer of thanks for our glorious Nanny Rebecca. She is pleasant and cheerful and responsible, and she absolutely loves our Rebecca. Our Rebecca is happy to see her when she arrives at the house and happily tells me goodbye when I leave. They go to the park, take walks, swim, draw with sidewalk chalk, sing, and dance. Knowing that she is taking good care of Rebecca and that Rebecca is content in her own environment makes life good on those days when I am away from her.
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