The older I get, the more I am reminded of the importance of living a life of gratitude. And, the more I am reminded of it’s importance, the more I consciously work on using that as the focal point of my every day. And, the more I focus on that guiding my perspective, the more it becomes my default way of seeing the world and my experiences in it.
But, what I think I need to work on more is sharing my feelings of gratitude with the actual people that I am, in fact, grateful for. Because what feels better than when someone shares something like that with you, right?
I do think there is a worthwhile benefit to taking the time to really dig in and think about what it is you’re grateful for in another person. The generality of “I’m grateful for you” is nice and all, but what exactly did they do…what is it about them that makes them unique and game changing for you?
Is it how Harry is texts me every single morning to see how I’m feeling so he can program my training appropriately for me…by 6am?
Is it how Katrin genuinely treats our every member of our family as if we were her own and is just always desperate to spend time with us whenever we think to invite her in?
Is it how my ex-husband’s wife, Liza, goes out of her way to remind me about Bode and Harley Love’s yearly check-ups…even though they’re not even her own kids?
Yesterday morning, as Ben went to give me a kiss goodbye while he was leaving for work, I said something I say to him regularly, “I love my life with you.”
But, when I said it, it didn’t feel like enough. It didn’t feel as powerful as what I was feeling at that moment.
I went on to explain to him that while I always appreciate how hard he works to financially provide for all of us with a comfortable life, what I was feeling even more grateful for are the experiences he’s put so much thought and energy into establishing in our lives.
Ben’s spent his whole life dreaming of being the kind of Dad that the kids tackle when he walks in the door at the end of the work day. He’s always wanted to have the family spend summers on the Cape like he did sailing, hanging out at the Megansett Yacht Club, and watching sunsets off the same porch that he did when he was little. And, he’s envisioned being a ski family that got excited about the winter coming so we could ski all day together, play card and board games, and even sit in the car for hours talking about things we may not “find the time to talk about” if we were home distracted with laundry and dishes.
He’s spent so much time and energy witnessing these things, but he’s also invested an enormous amount of thought into how to make it all happen. And, it’s happening…to all of us…and, I don’t know what I did to deserve to be on this ride with him.
So, I shared this with him yesterday morning because how much more valuable do those feelings become when they’re not just bottled up in my own head? And, last night when he got home, he thanked me for saying all of that.
And, my heart melted as I realized yet another level of the magic of gratitude.