I am grateful for Thom.
I am grateful that I get to date my best friend. I am grateful that he said he loved me first and that he meant it. I am grateful to be in a relationship with a man who has a sense of adventure and will travel around the world with me, who wants to see the world through a camera lens and let go of his inhibitions by my side. I am grateful that we went snorkeling in Grand Turk Island together, and I am grateful for our romantic getaway last year in Puerto Vallarta, swimming with sea lions, sunset sailing, and ziplining at 109 feet over at desert. I am grateful that he loves me no matter how angry I get, no matter how many times I curse out loud, no matter how much I sob into his shoulder or fall asleep at family functions. I am grateful that he and I can still be strong after everything that has happened to our home recently, and I am grateful that he makes me laugh so much. I am grateful to have found someone I actually wouldn’t mind spend the rest of my life with (that’s a big deal for a vagabond like me).
It feels good, to be grateful.