100 Thanks
I wish I could take credit for the inspiration to write this list, but that belongs to Ben Kuhn. Instead, I'll just provide my own list of a hundred things I'm thankful for.
- My mother, whom I resemble more and more like every year. I only hope the trend continues.
- My father, who's been supporting me more than I realize, longer than I knew, and with no signs of stopping.
- My Grandma Mary, who has got to have at least twelve hearts, one for each of her grandchildren.
- My Grandpa Bob, who I never knew in my adult life, but who I know is the reason my mother made it to Harvard.
- My Gpa, who makes me proud to be a third-generation scientist.
- My Gma, by whose grace I can afford to attend the school I love.
- My Uncle Christopher, who still has new conversations for me, even after all these years.
- My Titi Mari, who will always be family.
- My brother, with whom I grew -- and continue to grow -- up.
- My cousins Roman and Camilo, who gave me Star Wars, Magic the Gathering, Dungeons and Dragons, and Starcraft, perhaps against the best wishes of both my parents.
- My cousins Marshall and Brendan, for whose sake I remembered how to play for years after I else would have forgotten.
- Marie desJardins and John Park, my second parents.
- Heather desJardins-Park, who can't seem to get out of my life, and who's always been a dear friend.
- Music, such a wonderful memetic accident, which has kept me sane in dark times.
- Ballroom dance and my physical ability to dance, which has kept the dark away in recent times.
- Poetry, which