Today, I am thankful for heroes. Or maybe I should say inspiration. Whatever, I’m so grateful to the people near and far who serve as reminders of what we can be.
My parents are high on my list of heroes. I miss them always, but especially this time of year, with the family making plans for the holidays. My parents were the gravitational force that held us all together. They were special people. People with faults, like anyone else, and bad moods and quirky beliefs and stubborn attitudes. But they always made their family their top priority. Their house was always open to kids, grandkids, and anyone else who needed a hot cup of coffee and a nice chat – and maybe a grilled cheese sandwich, especially if you were under 30. They worked hard throughout their lives to make things comfortable for their family, and they kept the bad stuff that happens in life very private, never dramatizing or feeling sorry for themselves.
My husband is right up there on the list, too. I’ll never live this down, I know, but I’m still going to say it. He’s a good man and a wonderful father, and although I never doubt that he loves me, he says it very clearly when he does things like shop for — and find — a winter coat I’ve been looking for, or grinds the coffee every night before he goes to bed so it’s ready when I get up.
I could call out a long list of friends here, too, but this would get far too long and I’d wind up crying before breakfast.
So I’ll stop, and wish you a Happy Tuesday, and say thank you to the heroes in my life.