As the Thanksgiving weekend draws to a close, I am reflecting on the good things in my life. At the very top of the list is my husband, Fred. The day after Thanksgiving in 1979, we were married in a simple ceremony in Reno, Nev.
He hates it when I write about him in the newspaper but he is the stabilizing force in the zaniness and sometimes chaos that is my personality. He encourages me to stretch and reach for the things I want. He takes care of me when I am sick and he gently points it out when I am too far over the top. He doesn’t talk about his feelings but he shows me in many ways that I am the most important person in his life.
I am blessed to have my cousins, aunts and uncles and my brother and his new wife. These people are not just relatives assigned to me by a random connection of blood. They are my family and I love them so much.
I am thankful for my job and the good people I work with. They are also part of my family...