Yes, Today, I’m 36.
Thanks to my mom who went through labor and giving birth 36 years ago.
Thanks to my dad you gave her his half of my gene pool.
Thanks to their parents who had them, and their parent’s parents who had them.
If everything in history hadn’t worked out exactly right, I wouldn’t be here.
If the my 16th great-grandfather of the Cameron clan hadn’t survived that one skirmish with some other Scottish clan in the 1500’s, and met my 16th great-grandmother, I wouldn’t be here.
If that meteor hadn’t struck the earth and killed all the dinosaurs when it did, I wouldn’t be here.
If modern medicine hadn’t come up with Prednisone, I believe it’s rather likely that a kidney condition I had in childhood through young adulthood would have led to kidney failure, and I wouldn’t be here.
If The Animal Whisperer hadn’t convinced me to get help for depression 1 1/2 years ago, I believe I would still be here, but would be hanging on by a very thin thread.
I am thankful when I see chalk drawings on the deck, because it means I have 2 beautiful, energetic, rambunctious children, and that I’m alive.
I am thankful when I eat something that maybe doesn’t even taste good, because it means I have food, and that I’m alive.
I am thankful when I see the new scrub oak leaves on the trees, miniature versions of their summer outfits.
I am thankful that after a long day, I can rest my forehead on Canela’s side while I milk her.
I am thankful that my boys and my husband surprised me at 6:30 this morning with coffee and a delicious breakfast in bed.
I am thankful for all of the recycled treasures that are part of our farm and household inventory, because it means I have a dedicated and creative and resourceful and protective husband.
I am thankful I am married to my husband.
I am thankful for yoga, goats and Citalopram, the three main reasons I’ve kicked depression.
I am thankful to have lived 36 years.
I am thankful I have at least 64 to go.
– The Goat Cheese Lady