grAttitude

I just need to get some things off my chest.

I cannot possibly keep up with thanking all of you for being so supportive and kind and helpful and generous to me and my family. My attitude is one of pure gratitude. It's Gr-Attitude. It's no Baditude.

Honestly. I am the type of person whom feels it's very important to acknowledge kindnesses. I am a thank-you-note-sender. I am kind of a thank-you-note-snob, actually, just ask my sister. That's a different story. The point is, your inundation of kind actions is causing me to get so backed up in my acknowledgements that it's causing me some consternation. PLEASE KNOW that my pithy, two sentence email of thanks WOULD SO MUCH RATHER BE a cute, embossed note full of thoughtful reflection. I am sure that 90% of you could care less, but to me, that sort of thing is a big deal. And you can imagine how CRAPPY I feel when I wake up in the night and realize, "OH MY GOSH, AUNT SUSIE SENT ME A CRATE OF ORANGES THREE DAYS AGO AND I DID NOT EVEN LET HER KNOW THEY ARRIVED SAFELY, ALL NESTLED IN THEIR CARDBOARD SLEEVES!"

So please know: I LOVE your notes, your hand-knit scarves, your bracelets, your fruit, your cookies, your flowers, your jeans, your tee shirts, your stuffed animal intestines, your lotions and products, your ice cream, your Journey concert tee shirts, your banana bread, your books, your movies, your music, your chocolate, your freaking delicious meals, your playing cards, your tee shirts, your cleaning services, your notecards, your tea, your jammies that actually fit my daddy longlegs, your advice, your rustic cross, your wrought iron bird, your photography skills, your rides for my kids, your... your...

Most of all, I love YOU, and I am so grateful for having such nice people in my life.

I sound like I am accepting a Golden Globe.

If there is ANYTHING good about this experience, it's that I get to know that I am loved. That I have become friends with some truly remarkable people. Some folks might never really that find out 'til it's too late. Me, I get to have a "This is Your Life" -show every week. The circumstances STINK, but the end result is still pretty remarkable. Am I making anyone barf here? Do I sound like Pollyanna?

In the Shell of a nut: THANK YOU!

p.s.--Please let me know if I have your Tupperware. I swear I am not trying to "come out ahead" in this deal.