Hearts. One of my favorite Christmas stories is Dr. Seuss’ How the Grinch Stole
Christmas. Although I absolutely love Ron Howard’s movie rendition, it is Boris
Karloff’s narration of the cartoon version that remains my favorite. The Grinch,
with his heart two sizes too small…. And it grew and it grew and it grew and grew.
That is exactly how my heart feels with people who are in my life that have
supported me. And oddly enough they are friends who I now consider family.
Each one brings a different element that I love, which in turn, loving them for it.
At times I can sound like a broken record (—funny how that euphemism is
outdated these days; do young people even know what that sounds like?) But I feel so strongly about letting people know they are loved and appreciated, it’s my “never-ending story.” I would not be here today without their caring, their
friendship, their insight, their patience, their selves. I feel no different about my husband or my children. They have all helped shape me to who I am today.
Some of those who I feel closest to, when thinking of all I have received, bring me to tears. Lying in bed watching my husband read or sleep sets me off; thinking of my oldest son’s birth; ….
"If only you could sense how important you are to the lives of those you meet; how important you can be to people you may never even dream of. There is something of yourself that you leave at every meeting with another person." ~Fred Rogers