What sad news today - Tim Russert dies of a heart attack. Only 58. As Tink and I walked tonight I thought about thankfulness.
Thankfulness for the little girl I was who lived for the day we went to the library, so I could find another adventure with
Cherry Ames, read another part of the world of Louisa May Alcott, or discover something new.

Thankfulness for the love of daughters and a son. Thankfulness for my children's partners - all people I'd be proud to claim as my own.
Thankfulness for tears and heartaches.
Thankfulness for friends. Within the past week I have talked to or emailed with or both with friends in Cape Cod, North Carolina, Nevada, New York, here in Marietta, and as far as India.
Thankfulness for herons, hawks, and butterflies.
Thankfulness for my birth family. Thankfulness for nieces and nephews - those I'm related to by heart and those I'm related to by heart and blood. Thankfulness for all my cousins.
Thankfulness for Addie and George, Art and Mil.
Thankfulness for the health of mind and body that allows me to walk the 3Day and pursue my studies.
Thankfulness for the stars and the ocean and dogs and life.