In light of the Squash Blossom revelation that I don’t need to matter to everybody, I’d like to take a minute to be thankful for My Few.
In no particular order (except for the first two):
I’m thankful for my husband, Brian, who buys me gummy vitamins even though I’m 28 years old. And I’m thankful that he puts up with me like my nonsense adorable. Craziness.
I’m thankful for my momma. She comments every single day on Square Piece. And she’ll send me a private Facebook message if she notices a mistake that needs editing. Her consistency comforts me.
I’m thankful for the way that all of my siblings love me so well in their own ways. Mandy makes me think and loosen up. Joey makes me laugh and hope.
I’m thankful for my long distance BFF, Katie, who made the difficult decision to stop having me do her hair. This way, during the few times of the year that we do get together, she and I can focus on being friends without me also feeling like I’m at work. That was so selfless.
I’m thankful for the way that my family calls me Sunanna. They all know I love it. I’ve loved it ever since Donovan was a babe and couldn’t pronounce Suzy.
I’m thankful for my neighbor, Katie, who always calls me hon. And when she watches our dogs, she texts pictures of them to me so that I can see with my very own eyes how alive and happy they are.
I’m thankful for my friend, Karen, who is always sure to text me just a few hours after her haircut with yet another reminder of just how much she loves her hair.
I’m thankful for my friend, Bree, who cheerleads Square Piece at the front lines. She lets me watch her laugh with glee at the silliness that goes on in my life. Her enthusiasm is so encouraging.
I’m thankful for my friend, Jenn, who cherishes my old, leopard print, four-version-translation Bible. My mom gave me that Bible when I turned 19 and it has two years worth of Bible school notes jotted in it. Every time that I see Jenn carrying it around, I can tell that she takes good care of it.
I’m thankful for my friend, Sherri, who lets me rest in her company. Sherri is honest with me about the good, the bad and the ugly. Yet though she’s a much more experienced and proficient singer, she always kindly treats me like my singing voice is as good as hers when we practice.
I’m thankful for my friend, Sarah, who (in spite of several children and responsibilities) plans regular phone dates with me so that she can listen in on my dreams and pray with me. I can’t believe the way that Sarah insists that she benefits from that time as much as I do. It is an extremely lopsided friendship where she’s the giver and I’m the definitely the taker.
I’m thankful for my friend, Adele, who always has my back.
To be continued… (the Squash Blossom part tomorrow, the Thankful Game… who knows when?)…