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Forgive my predictability here, but these are a few of the things for which I am grateful:
* for being old enough to be irreverent and young enough to wear cowboy boots, and get away with both.
* for my old Passat that keeps hangin’ in there.
* for kids I would be honored to know even if I wasn’t their mother.
* for friends who make me laugh until I cry.
* for big brothers who call me “Kid,” and “Sweethaht.”
* for classroom moments that take my breath away.
* for little boxes of paint that wait patiently in the closet.
* for my mom who teaches me how to grow old gracefully.
* for Sadie who tugs at my heart from 900 miles away.
* for coffee and chocolate.
* for my Bose Wave Radio/CD Player that I turn on even before I set down my keys.
* for books and exquisite sentences that must be read over and over again.
* for the Atlantic Ocean, four minutes away.
* for every day that brings one damn gift after another.