Thanks a Million!

I've noticed that the main thing that seems to increase with age is not my wrinkles, it's my gratitude. When I look at the world today, I can't help but realize how lucky I have been. I feel sorry for some of the kids today. It seems to me as if parenting isn't at the top of many parents' lists of important things. (For many it seems it's not even on the first page.)

And the positive aspect of it is that it gives me greater appreciation for everything I had when I was growing up. I am so grateful for my loving family who took me in and made me feel right at home. I can never say that I haven't been loved, and isn't love all we need anyhow?

I grew up in a small Southern town in a spacious house on a hill. And as far as I am concerned, if anything has ever been "perfect" in my life, it was my childhood. I have grown to appreciate my family a great deal over the past few years. Dad worked day in and day out to put food on our table and clothes on our backs. And Mom truly deserves an award for the endless devotion she is made of -- we always had a 3-course meal for dinner, unwrinkled clothes, a clean house, Easter baskets, Christmas presents, and a reminder to "wear a coat" or "chew your food" or "have a good day at school"

I was lucky to have parents who cared enough to teach me things like:
honesty, loyalty, manners, and determination.

And I give all the credit to them for my academic achievements, my down-to-earth humor, self-confidence, and the courage to make it on my own.

Of course, just like any family, we had our share of tough times. But those were the times when we became stronger and better. And I wouldn't change a single thing -- except leaving so soon. Thanks Mom and Dad! You rock!