I went to Bainbridge Island yesterday, with my apple pie carefully balanced in my hands, the roasted brussels sprouts in a ziploc bag in my backpack. I had invited myself to dinner at the home of a friend I've known for 23 years, through a marriage that has ended, the birth of a daughter now at UW, and the engagement in a new relationship that will be consummated in a marriage next summer.
We were six for dinner, including a stepson and a beautiful grandma who has been diagnosed with Alzheimer's -- though she's not too bad yet.
I tried my special question on them: What are you thankful for today about yourself?
Jen is thankful for her tenacity. Her sweetheart is thankful for his growing baldness, because it makes him humble. The college girl is thankful for her quirkiness, for her willingness to be different. (Yay!) The high school boy is thankful that he plays music -- guitars and a ukelele. (You have to be thankful for a ukelele!)
Grandma is thankful for her family, and we allowed her the exception to the rule.
And I'm thankful that I am able to bicycle, and that I do it, and for all that identifying myself as a cyclist adds to my life.
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