Thank You Very Much

  Yesterday, Scott handed me a folded up piece of notebook paper to read.  It was a note from one of the Boy Scouts in his troop…a thank-you note from a 13 year-old young man that was unexpected and really sweet.  It spoke of his appreciation for all that my husband had done: the camp-outs, the activities, their tradition of stopping at In-and-Out on their way home from overnighters.  My husband is not a man of many words, but I could tell that this burst of appreciation was very well received. In my never-ending job of cleaning my workspace, I came across a note that a friend had written me, shortly before she passed away.  It wasn’t long…just a quick thank you for something small I had done.  But this note serves as a tangible reminder of our relationship.  We hadn’t known each other long, but I am reminded of her sweet personality and the spirit around her by that small card.  I don’t think she had any idea of the impact that card would make. It got me to thinking about the importance of showing gratitude.  I am blessed to be surrounded by very kind, thoughtful people.  I don’t THINK I need praise for a job well done, but it does make you feel good when someone shares their gratitude, when YOU know that THEY notice what you’ve done.  I’m not saying