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Nothing Special

Tonight I ate dinner with Dad. Then we went for a walk. Nothing special.

Yet, in those moments, I recognized something special. The fact that there was “nothing special” was, in and of itself, special. We didn’t argue. We didn’t debate. We talked as though we had no history together, just two old chums.

I am grateful for:

  1. The specialness of this ordinary night.
  2. The countless arguments, disagreements, and other confrontations we have gone through to get to this moment.
  3. The multitude skills I’ve learned to get to this moment, including: social, empathy, compassion, acceptance, patience, and love.
  4. My yoga teachers for helping me open my heart via backbends.
  5. Everything that I haven’t mentioned, whether known or unknown. Thank you.