Month of Thanks

Month of Thanks: Day 1

Today kicks off the amazing month of November! Woo! I’m so excited that I can barely contain myself! (or maybe that’s the three cups of coffee :D) Anywho… November’s definitely the best (and most jam-packed) month in my year what with Thanksgiving(best holiday), deer hunting season(yes, I hunt), NaNoWriMo(FTW this year!), Autumn’s in full swing(colors!), Christmas tree farms open up officially(love the smell of pine!), my birthday(it’s my golden birthday this year)!

Basically I have no life (or too much of a life really), but despite all that I have decided that I’m going to fully embrace the month in which we celebrate all that we’re thankful for by having a meme for the month: Month of Thanks. Each day I’ll post one thing that I’m thankful for. Some of them are silly. Some will be serious. And some will be things that are biologically necessary, but they’re all things I’m thankful for and often times take for granted. So, without further ado and no more delay(quote from ‘A Knight’s Tale’) I present Month of Thanks!

Day 1: Family

Oh, come on. Y’all saw this one coming. ^.^ I’m so grateful for my crazy, disjointed, loud, obnoxious, fiery, stubborn, and insane family. Even when we want to claw each others’ throats out I still love them. I know they’ll always be there to support me in my dreams, comfort me in my sorrows, celebrate my successes, and push me to be an independent, fully-functioning adult.

I’m thankful for my parents who brought me into this world almost 23 years ago. They provided for me for so many years, encouraging me in anything I wanted to try whether that be sports or music or writing. They even managed to love me when I was a spoiled, temperamental, vocal brat. For that, there are no words. Nothing can ever truly vocalize or show the thanks and gratitude I bear the people I call mom and dad.

Additionally, I was lucky enough to have a sibling, an older brother. I may be a thorn in his side some days with my overly ambitious mind, or my occasional bouts of pessimism, but he has been my idol and my inspiration for years. He played viola, I played violin. He played lacrosse, I played lacrosse. He was a bad-ass, I strived to be a bad-ass(and failed :p). But most importantly, he has always been there for me, even when that means talking real with me and dragging me back down from the clouds. He’s a rock and I’m so thankful that he’s my older brother. I wouldn’t want anyone else.

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