Gratitude

In no particular order:

For being raised by parents who loved me and sacrificed for me.

For the return of my faith, and then some.

For my neighbors (well, some of them anyway).

For finding myself.

For my friends.  I am really, really blessed with true, real friends.

For my husband and his commitment to our marriage and our family, at the sacrifice of his own professional successes and personal interests.

For my children and their health.

For my sisters.

For our extended family.  It makes me, Mr. Q., and the girls feel like we have a place to be connected to other people.

For coming out of the tunnel of infancy and toddler-hood.