Dear God,

It’s been awhile, I know. I kinda fall off the wagon every now and then with these conversations that you and I used to have. Remember me? I know you remember me, I’m  just joking.

So, I wanted to say thank you, since I never seem to do that quite enough.

Seems like I do way too much talking, not enough listening, I’m working on that. Well, I guess you and I are workin’ on that together, huh?

Thank you for all the things I have in my life, the good, the bad, the pretty, the ugly.

Thank you for bumpy thighs (they keep me humble) and Starbucks coffee, it keeps me sane.

Thank you for all thinks pink, sneakers, t-shirts and dog collars. Pink reminds me to see the beauty in everything around me.

Thank you for cold days, it reminds me of the fun of summer swim team, and thank you for hot summer afternoons, it reminds me of that year a couple of years ago when it snowed on Christmas Eve, and the kids stuck their tongues out to taste the teeny snowflakes that you rarely sends us here in Texas. 

Thank you for our old car, I hope it will teach my teenager the value of hard work, and thank you for the newer cars we have, when so many people right now have no car.

Thank you for Skype so I can watch my nieces dance in their tutus, and see my nephew pop his head into the camera view.

Thank you that I can go see a movie with my mom on a Sunday afternoon, when many people my age have said goodbye to their moms.

And, thank you that my dad is brave enough to hang out with his ex-wife and her husband on Christmas Eve.

Thank you for Harley, who peed in my room tonight but that’s okay.

Thank you for Katy, who I could never thank you enough for.

Thank you for smelly sneakers, the 3 pizza boxes by the trash, and the empty soda cans next to the computer. (That’s a tough one, just so you know. But yes, thank you for those. I mean it. Well, shoot, I guess you would know if I was lying, huh.)

And while I’m thanking you for those smelly sneakers, thank you for Merlot, Diet Coke, and Cheez Its.

I mean, really, THANK YOU.

Thank you for that day in August of 1991, when I opened my mom’s front door to a blind date. (It wasn’t a blind date for you, I guess, but you know, a little heads up on blind dates aren’t a bad thing. You might make a note of that.)

Thank you for Tyler’s heart.

Thank you for Chase’s strength.

Thank you for Jordan’s  humor (we might need to have a separate talk about that, though.)

Mostly God, thank you for the wonderful friends and family you have surrounded me with. I could name them all, but you know who they are.

Please say hi to my MeeMaw. And my Granny and Granddaddy. And my Uncle Ernie and Uncle Jared. Shoot, and say hi to all the rest of my family that is surely up there givin’ you a darn good run for your money. (I hope you locked the liquor cabinet up.)

Okay, I’m done for now.

I was gonna thank you for alarm clocks.

I think I’ll wait on that one.

Love,

Shannon

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