Gratitude, for Dad!

Dad, at 80Happy Birthday, Dad!

Tomorrow, my father turns officially 80.

And last night, we celebrated his birthday at one of his favorite restaurants. I’m grateful we could all be together–my Dad, my Dad’s long-time companion and my Mom, my sister, her lovely bride, my husband, and my two youngest kids. A full table.

I’m grateful for the time I’ve gotten to spend with him and with Mom.

And how cool to get this much of the family together. My daughter’s quip from early in the evening: “How long does it take this family to start talking politics? Ten minutes.”

I’m grateful my daughter arrived home safe and sound from Thailand–and that she had such wonderful times together (favorite stories I’ve heard so far: papaya salad outings and elephant kisses). I’m grateful she’s had those experiences.

I’ve been thankful for the sun, even when it might have seemed too hot.

I’ve sent prayers (or worries) to people in the line of the Taylor Bridge fire.

I’m thankful for the time I’ve gotten to write–but most of all, I’m thankful for family.

Open the door. Open my heart.