I don’t say thank you enough. I’m not sure why.
This afternoon I was climbing out of the car after picking Michelle up from dance class.
“Will you grab my book bag dad?” Her hands were full with her dance stuff.
“Thank you daddy.”
She said thank you. What a good kid.
I work with the most amazing people. I believe it truly may be the most fun hallway of offices in the world. Don’t get me wrong, we produce. We get stuff done, just not at the expense of having fun!
Not only do we laugh, but this group of people who I spend more time with than my kids, walked me through, day by day and sometimes hour by hour, the toughest time of my life. And yet, I seldom thank them for all that they do for me every, single day.
There are people at my church that I’m close to that I admire so much. Never tell them. Others, I look up to from a distance – and I see such compassion, such love for mankind. They’re the ones setting up for the homeless families who periodically sleep at our church. They volunteer to clean the sanctuary or build shelves for a closet. Humility. Bet I’m not the only one who forgets to thank them.
Occasionally I write notes, I guess writing is easier for me than actually saying. I need to make time to do that more often.
By the way, those of you who have supported my family – with a listening ear, or a carpool, or hand me downs, or by purchasing my book (even if you really didn’t want to read it) – thank you! You mean a lot to me, even though I don’t always show it.