I have inadvertently hurt her feelings by not counting her as one of my blessings in my Thanksgiving post. I can only imagine how she must have felt reading the post that counted many blessings, but didn't count her. Not really an oversight on my part, because I'm thankful for her EVERY. SINGLE day and I was thinking along a different line when I wrote that post. I believe I take her for granted because she is here, in the same town and I know I can talk to her or see her whenever I want or need to. I have updated my original Thanksgiving post and this post is an expression of my thankfulness for her.
I'm thankful that she is a strong, independent woman. I'm thankful that she has a mind of her own and isn't afraid to express her feelings. I'm thankful that she found and married the man she loves.
I'm thankful that she stepped out of her comfort zone and became a Zumba instructor. It's such fun for me to watch her in front of the class, where I know she feels self-conscious, knowing that she is MY child and I'm so proud of her.
I'm thankful for her beautiful "self". I not only cherish her as my child but also as my friend. We check in with each other most days, not long conversations but a nice chat just catching up on the day's news. She is beautiful inside and out. She is strong, intelligent and compassionate. She is my daughter; she is my friend. The words "I Love You" are inadequate to express my true emotions. It is so much more than those three words; so much deeper. They will have to suffice...I Love You, Wendy and I'm sorry I hurt you.