I consider myself one of the luckiest ladies on the planet. I have a wonderful life—inspiring friends, a fulfilling job, wonderful coworkers, and world full of adventure and opportunity. This Thanksgiving, though, I’m most thankful for family. For the folks who have known me, quite literally, from the beginning. For the three people who have supported me at my worst and encouraged me at my best, who have seen me fail but believed that I could achieve. Mom, Dad, John: this Thanksgiving, I’m thankful for you.
Specifically, I’m thankful for…
… a dad who has ensured that I have never wanted for anything, but that I also know the importance of earning what I have. For his dedication to education, and for teaching me to continually strive to be the best daughter, sister, girlfriend, friend, student, worker, athlete, person that I can be. For reminding me that “the best players have to be the best players.”
… a mom who has taught me the importance of following your heart. Who has shown me that “cooking is better than eating,” and that the intimacy of living off the land is irreplaceable. For introducing me to horses, and the joy that comes from being scared to death, but saddling up anyway. It is this relentless spirit that I’ve always admired in cowboys, cowgirls, and my mom.
… a brother who endlessly pursues his passions. For showing me that it’s possible to seamlessly weave your love, work, and play into one, and in that, giving me something to strive towards. For that feeling of knowing that somewhere, someone always has my back. For letting me chase him down the mountain as I learned to ski–knowing when to push harder, and when to stop and wait. And, most importantly, for literally and figuratively summiting mountains with me.
I love you all.