Thank you for the gifts.
For the gifts of surrender & release.
For sweatshirts with hashtags.
For an amazing swim coach.
For all the asking and receiving.
For ease and stability and joy.
For teenagers ripe with sarcasm and opinions.
For memories made on water, in water and around water.
For the massage that helped me to release old trauma, and brought me to tears.
For the hawk that visited my backyard today right when I needed it.
For one-armed hugs.
For fresh flowers in a long winter.
For manifesting all the magic.
For long hot salty baths.
For an impromptu tequila date with my love.
For all the belly laughter.
For in-the-moment iterating.
For dreaming and scheming.
For those who love texts and those who love emojis.
For roots and wings.
And for all the secret messages.
For all this and more. Thank you for the gifts.