28 Days of Being Thankful Day 3 and Day 4

So I forgot yesterday so here goes:

Day 3-A person who lifts you up...there are of course many people at various times in my life who have lifted me up. But in recent months, my friend Felicia has come through on more than one occasion, with just the right joke to lighten up a serious situation, just the right word of encouragement when I feel bad, and even sometimes the right kick in the ass to get back on track. You can never have too many people in your corner who lift you up. I'm very lucky and very thankful that I have her.

Day 4 - Family I am definitely thankful for my children. They are the source and the reason for my strength. These beings come into the world with brand new hearts and brand new souls and I'm in awe and forever thankful of being blessed with the enormous responsibility of shaping these hearts and souls into generous and kind contributors to the world.

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