Looking in the mirror, I choose to see nothing but my blessings...
My freckles tell the story of the many days I spent frolicking in the Atlantic Sea.
To have spent hours floating on a raft, allowing the current to carry my childhood away to a place of
buoyant tranquility, is the heaven only an 8 year old can fancy.
My curved, titanium, screw-filled back speaks to the countless whimsical hours I spent jumping
and tumbling across a gym floor, and falling off a balance beam.
To have never fallen from a 4 inch wide line, would mean I had never learned the resilience,
and even more so, gratitude that comes with perseverance.
The cellulite on my thighs are my badge of honor.
One could only be so lucky to have had countless meals shared around a table with family where laughter
and love were the main course.
My belly is a beautiful manifestation of friendships.
Be it happy hour, beer or wine tastings, or just a night out with the girls,
to have never shared my innermost thoughts with those I trust so deeply, would truly be to have never
had a life worth living.
I choose to thank God, for ALL of my "blessings"...now time for you to thank Him for yours.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
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