It is no secret that I prefer the colder months. But
Fall is my favorite time of year. The magnificent colors, cooler temps, zucchini, green tomatoes, football (6-man to professional), falling leaves, sweaters, hearty soups and thick books are all indicators that we are preparing for the winter months. There is just something about this time of year that excites me. I am more creative, I have more energy and I am thrilled to know that we will start having more colder days than hot ones. I know I am lucky to live where I do, where there are distinct differences between the seasons where the sky never ends and the mountains stand tall.
The store is busy, our schedules are full, we are preparing for author signings and Dances with Words. The Oktoberfest is rapidly approaching (October 6th) and requiring a lot of my attention. Somewhere among all the fast paced living that I do, I turned 9. Quietly celebrating another year of living without cancer, another year of being so very thankful for all that I have and all that I do. My Mom called the day before and said are you really 9 years out? We laughed remembering how excited we were when I hit the 5 year mark. I had an appoitment with the oncologist that day and I was giddy like a kid on a merry-go-round. My Doctor noticed the dates and said "you are 5 today". Bill and I were grinning from ear to ear.
My dear friend, Mary has remembered each one of the 9. Always marking the day in a unique and creative way. This year was no exception. She presented me with 9 ladies dancing and a box of Charleston Chews. It was perfect. No big fanfare, just a quick hug knowing that we all face adversity. Everyday when we wake up we are all survivors and should work hard at remembering to be grateful for the little things. Don't take anything or anyone for granted and always get your mammograms.
It is no secret that I prefer the colder months. But Fall is my favorite time of year. The magnificent colors, cooler temps, zucchini, green tomatoes, football (6-man to professional), falling leaves, sweaters, hearty soups and thick books are all indicators that we are preparing for the winter months. There is just something about this time of year that excites me. I am more creative, I have more energy and I am thrilled to know that we will start having more colder days than hot ones. I know I am lucky to live where I do, where there are distinct differences between the seasons where the sky never ends and the mountains stand tall. 
The store is busy, our schedules are full, we are preparing for author signings and Dances with Words. The Oktoberfest is rapidly approaching (October 6th) and requiring a lot of my attention. Somewhere among all the fast paced living that I do, I turned 9. Quietly celebrating another year of living without cancer, another year of being so very thankful for all that I have and all that I do. My Mom called the day before and said are you really 9 years out? We laughed remembering how excited we were when I hit the 5 year mark. I had an appoitment with the oncologist that day and I was giddy like a kid on a merry-go-round. My Doctor noticed the dates and said "you are 5 today". Bill and I were grinning from ear to ear. 
My dear friend, Mary has remembered each one of the 9. Always marking the day in a unique and creative way. This year was no exception. She presented me with 9 ladies dancing and a box of Charleston Chews. It was perfect. No big fanfare, just a quick hug knowing that we all face adversity. Everyday when we wake up we are all survivors and should work hard at remembering to be grateful for the little things. Don't take anything or anyone for granted and always get your mammograms.
Great reminder Debbie! Love you!
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