When I was in second grade a little boy gave me his mother’s diamond necklace on Valentines Day. It had a 14k Gold flower shaped pendant with a diamond in the center. My mother made me return it, but this began many years of school Valentines Day boxes stuffed with loving endearments from not just boys, but everyone.
In fifth grade, a little boy gave me weekly presents; things like decorative glass dogs, 45 inch records, and freshly minted dollar bills. On school field trips at Pringle Elementary, there were awkward moments on the bus when I would be bestowed small gifts from the gift shop. At school carnivals, I would go home with more than my fair share of baked goods from the cake walk.
It was always this way.
There are other types of gifts as well. From my mother I was given my dark hair and green eyes, my poise and grace. From my father my sense of adventure, my dignity, and a love for animals and peaceful landscapes full of fruit trees and horses.
More recently, I’m thankful for the gift of my children and the pure love they have for me that continues to grow with each passing day.
As I travel along this path, I clearly see every day as a gift. I wake up and think this day is perfectly made and look forward to what it has to offer. I drive to the city now and love watching the light on the water as I drive over the bridge in the early morning. Today, the sun illuminated the city, but the water was still and shrouded in purple clouds.
My eventful days come with new friends and a variety of opportunities. It is only choosing the right path out of so many options that is now the most difficult.
It’s been a gift to work with other entrepreneurs as they travel their similar but unique paths. I’m enjoying my time with the Canadian Whiskey makers and helping them produce their beautiful product knowing how arduous their work is.
I am up early working on my own product and come back to it again each evening. I will never give up on Ocean SF and I am fielding emails and calls throughout the day as I can, but it is nice to take a break and give my support to something new.
I’ve even found a tiny sliver of time to see friends that I love this week, as I work so much I’ve had little time for drinks and dinner with them. I am grateful for their patience and the gift of these never ending friendships.
At night I write my gratitude list and then I close my eyes and fall asleep. In the morning, I read them again, and start my day. Never in a million years would I have dreamed that I would have this blessed and beautiful of a life, but I do.
Love and blessings.