Because I’ve been so caught up with final papers & projects that I haven’t had time to do this.. and every day (pre or post-Thanksgiving) should be a Day of Thanks.
1. With Finals Week so close, I’m waist-deep in papers & practically swimming in stress. Nonetheless, I am grateful. Finals & frustrating professors may make me wish I were 5 years old again (with nap-time whenever I pleased), but I’m just thankful to have an accessible, hardly-affordable, quality education. Where I would be if not LMU, I don’t wanna know.
2. For life. One of my really good friend’s dad passed away recently, & I can’t emphasize enough how good of a man he was. He was active in his church, he guided my parents through a marriage rough patch, & best of all, he was a good father to his kids. He taught us all that life is too precious and short, and through everything, we should be happy. 42 years young. Rest in peace, Tito Froi.
3. The Station. I joined randomly in October because of a flyer posted in St. Rob’s, & haven’t stopped going since. Last night we did our quick little Christmas gift exchange & had a short reflection/worship, and I kept looking around at the old/new faces I’ve been meeting every week, feeling blessed. I’m so thankful for this little family I have found myself, & I can’t wait to get to know everyone more.
4. B/K/C/A/E… & yes, even you K. (Ain’t nobody fresher than my clique.) Ya’ll continue to make me laugh and keep me grounded, in some ways more than others. I don’t have a lot of close friends, but if there’s anything I’ve learned over the past two years, it’s that quality > quantity. We’ve shared memories, laughs, drinks, etc., and we’ve got two more years of crazyweird ahead of us. I know i’m a handful of drama when it comes to dealing with friends, but thanks for keeping me around. I can’t imagine going through the ups and downs of college with anyone else.
5. & you. Words can’t describe how important you are to me. A year ago, I never would have guessed I’d end up meeting someone like you.. & now I wonder with all our “fated coincidences” how we hadn’t crossed paths before. We’re almost perfect, you see. Almost, and not quite, but just enough. Cheesy as it seems, you mean everything to me. I don’t understand how that can happen in such a small amount of time, but I’m thankful it did.