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Grateful

Life, I think, is a long set of lessons to learn. Some hard, some easy, but all of them making an impact on who we end up as. Every friendship has value, knowledge, emotion, and frustrations. Things start and things end, this is how it has been and how it will be. Every relationship will teach us something about ourselves and something about emotion. What we choose to hold on to is entirely up to us.

What we need to remember is that it is only ourselves that we have to blame for how we handle what life hurls at us. We take from it what we choose to. The good for what it is, or muddled with regret and pain. Pain teaches us that we are alive, that we have opened up and allowed ourselves to be touched by those we let in. Hurting doe not mean that we should not let ourselves care for anyone again; it means that we did actually care.

So here it is. If you are reading me here, I thank you for being in my life, for helping shape me. Weather your contribution was direct or indirect. Thank you for the lessons that prepared me for who I am and who I am with. Thank you for the experiences that made me the woman he loves. Thank you for the experiences he has shared that make him the man I love. Thank you for pointing out once again that no matter how much it hurts, there is always a new day. Thank you for the knowledge that for every pain and sadness there is an equal love and joy. 

Thank you for my David. He is the reward in my life for all the hard lessons. A wonderful man who can love me for all of my strengths and all of my weaknesses (I admit to nothing!) ;P

I love you Scunci. Thank you for seeing me for me, and loving me anyway ;P Thank you for following your heart to me. Thank you for being so very wonderfully you.

I am grateful for the wisdom earned to see the good in what I have, and what I have had.

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~I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman. Anais Nin ~

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