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How Can a Heart Help but Overflow with Blessings?

My daughter and son-in-law are sound asleep after a long day for me and a longer one for them. He left the house at 2:30 AM to go to his job as a Culinary Specialist with the Navy. She was up not many hours later completing the tasks which precede a few days away from home. Until a few moments ago, the only sounds were the fan in the bathroom, the humming of my laptop and of course, my fingernails tapping away at the keys. But since we’re within shouting distance of Disneyland’s main gate, the silence was broken by the explosions which accompany the nightly fireworks display. Something tells me the kids will wait until the end of the fireworks before trying to go to sleep for the remainder of our stay.

Though my day started earlier than normal with an unplanned trip to the vet for my 18-year-old calico whose claws had curled around and embedded themselves into her paw, I can still claim at least an hour more of sleep than my daughter, so here I sit, typing away in the not so dead of the night. And I’m realizing once again just how fortunate I am.

Today is the third anniversary of the kids’ wedding, and in spite of a boatload of challenges, they are still very much in love and very committed to each other. I can’t even begin to express how grateful I am that my daughter found her best friend and had the good sense to marry him. She did not follow in my stumbling footsteps, but learned from her mistakes early on. To share in their celebration as well as enjoying a belated (or should I say, extended) celebration of my own 60th year makes me feel loved and cherished.

Funny, but as the fireworks continue to explode outside, a line from ‘The Star-Spangled Banner’ popped into my head. “…and the rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air…” I can only imagine what is going through my son-in-law’s head after being in the Persian Gulf for 6 months, and in Afghanistan a few years ago. I do know that the explosions woke him from a sound sleep and he’s now sitting up, waiting for the show to end before going back to sleep. I can’t even imagine the thoughts and visions it conjures for him, or for that matter, for any of our service men and women.

So again, I feel blessed and very grateful that he and others like him choose a path which may put them in the line of fire, but they do so because they love our country and want to keep it and their loved ones safe. It isn’t an easy path, either for those serving or for their families. The hours are long, they spend many months away from home and their lives can change without any say on their part. When the orders say ‘go here’ or ‘go there’, that is what they must do. There will be family crises they can’t be there to handle, so wives, husbands and children have to call on loved ones or friends to fill the gap. I know I wouldn’t want to be on a ship somewhere in the middle of the ocean knowing that my wife/husband/daughter/son was having emergency surgery and I couldn’t be there. It must be torture knowing they can’t be there to help.

Yet again, I’ve gone off on a tangent. My topic of choice tonight was ‘Gratitude’, and it seems to have turned into a gratitude-fest for the men and women who serve, not only in our armed forces, but wherever there is danger or the need to protect, be it firefighters, police, or anyone else who willingly steps out against things which might cause us harm. Though other humans might constitute the biggest threat, Mother Nature can be as volatile as a PMS’ing woman (and face it, most women have been there at )least once in their lives! If you ask my kids, though, they’d probably say it was menopause that sent them running for cover). Just look at the devastation caused by Hurricane Katrina, or the wildfire which engulfed a good part of San Diego not long ago. Not to mention tsunami’s, earthquakes, and volcanoes which, in their day, turned cities and towns into so much rubble.

We have a lot of people to thank because any one of these, as devastating as they were at the time, could have been so much worse were it not for the people who stepped in and slowed the destruction despite Mother Earth’s best efforts to rid herself of a few of those parasitic humans who are heedlessly poisoning her water, air and soil.

While I’m enjoying a lovely few days with my kids, eating too much, soaking up the sun along with the water of Splash Mountain and Grizzly River Run, watching parades and fireworks and riding as many rides as we can fit in, I will find time throughout the day, reminded by the sacrifices these kids are making, to send up a bunch of gratitude for those who make it possible to live a life like mine. Won’t you join me?

My gratitudes tonight are:’
1. I am grateful for the people of this country, and in fact, all over the world who are essentially good.
2. I am grateful that there are some bad eggs from whom, if we’re smart, we’ll learn so that we can make this world a better place for everyone.
3. I am grateful for the evil in this world without whom I’d have to struggle to find believable traits for my antagonists.
4. I am grateful for a few days with my kids when we can all behave like kids again ourselves. Being an adult can be so overrated!
5. I am grateful for abundance, childish joy, giving, caring people, love, kindness, compassion, dedication, devotion, happiness, silliness, health, harmony, peace, prosperity and philanthropy.

Blessed Be

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