Ahem.
Good morning. Good afternoon. Good evening. Good night.
I want to take a moment to say something.
A little boy once stood on the bank of a creek and listened to the water rushing through the rocks. He marveled at the way the water turned and rippled and twisted among the woods and imagined how that little creek led out to a larger stream, then to a larger river, and eventually to the largest of oceans. He liked to imagine how small things can grow into large things, this little boy. He liked to picture himself as an insignificant little dot in the middle of the universe.
The little boy closed his eyes and listened to the water.
The water was telling him something.
So he listened.
A little girl once stood by the ocean and listened to the waves crashing on the shore. She wondered at the way something so light, so refreshing, so calm, could come crashing down so hard onto the sand. She marveled at how large the ocean was. For all the staring and looking that she did toward the horizon, she could not see the end of the water. But she thought about the beginning of it. Starting as snow or rain in the mountains, the small creeks turning into larger streams, and ever larger rivers and building in size and strength and tumbling and boiling their way into the mighty ocean that stood before her. She liked to understand the beginnings and the endings of things, this little girl. She liked to picture herself as an insignificant little dot in the middle of the universe.
The little girl closed her eyes and listened to the water.
The water was telling her something.
So she listened.
Yes, I'm talking to you.
Thank you.
I want to stare into your soul and have you stare back into mine, and once we truly see each other, maybe we can find a way to join together.
Thank you for being the person that you are.
I have said it before, but I want to say it in a way that allows it to truly sink in.
I want to tell you something that you will never forget.
I want to tell you something that you will never forget.
But first, let me tell you a story: a story about a boy and a girl.
A little boy once stood on the bank of a creek and listened to the water rushing through the rocks. He marveled at the way the water turned and rippled and twisted among the woods and imagined how that little creek led out to a larger stream, then to a larger river, and eventually to the largest of oceans. He liked to imagine how small things can grow into large things, this little boy. He liked to picture himself as an insignificant little dot in the middle of the universe.
The little boy closed his eyes and listened to the water.
The water was telling him something.
So he listened.
A little girl once stood by the ocean and listened to the waves crashing on the shore. She wondered at the way something so light, so refreshing, so calm, could come crashing down so hard onto the sand. She marveled at how large the ocean was. For all the staring and looking that she did toward the horizon, she could not see the end of the water. But she thought about the beginning of it. Starting as snow or rain in the mountains, the small creeks turning into larger streams, and ever larger rivers and building in size and strength and tumbling and boiling their way into the mighty ocean that stood before her. She liked to understand the beginnings and the endings of things, this little girl. She liked to picture herself as an insignificant little dot in the middle of the universe.
The little girl closed her eyes and listened to the water.
The water was telling her something.
So she listened.
Be yourself.
Thank you.
Thank you for being you.
Thank you.
Not for what you have done for me, in the past or lately, but just for being you.
Every time I wonder how I can go on, you make me laugh.
The way you express yourself in the simplest of moments makes me smile, inside and out.
Sometimes things get you down. Sometimes things come up that bring down your energy and your happiness. But you know how to move on. You know how to deal with the situation effectively, and move on.
So thank you for being yourself.
I want to see more of who you are, all the time, whenever I can.
I want to stare into your soul and have you stare back into mine, and once we truly see each other, maybe we can find a way to join together.
Maybe we can find a way to become one, and flow like water.
Like the creek.
Like the streams.
Like the rivers.
Roiling and rolling and twisting and winding our way to the ocean.
Like the creek.
Like the streams.
Like the rivers.
Roiling and rolling and twisting and winding our way to the ocean.
Thank you for being you.
Thank you for being the person that you are.
Thank you for your laughter.
Thank you for smiling.
Thank you for the beauty that you contain, both inside and out.
Be you, my love.
Let yourself flow.
And together we will make it, hand in hand, to the ocean.
Let yourself flow.
And together we will make it, hand in hand, to the ocean.
Happy Thanksgiving.
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