you got me here- on monday with a too-large cup of coffee on tuesday with a check-in call on wednesday with a whistled theme song on thursday with a full agenda on friday watching shakira with a beer in hand through saturday as a silent companion and sunday when you reminded me to eat. you helped me keep at it- in october when I felt my most proud and worthless in november while we sat as a family in december when I embraced change in january, surrounded and overwhelmed by the new in february with a pitch and a cup of tea in march after I sobbed in the theater in april, two years removed from the best day of my life in may as I learned about trees and flowers in june with every rainbow you bought and wore and waved in july with our growlers and paint-by-number in august when fridays were dark but saturdays were hot and bright in september when you asked why I stopped drinking coffee. you are the reason I'm here- in spring when I was born and recommitted to life in summer when idle time would have burned hotter than the sun in fall as I wrote my way out of my feelings (and you read it!?) in winter as I sat freezing on the back porch. thank you for being here and there now and then.
