gratitude 09: strong and healthy bones

Today a substitute teacher at the middle school asked me if I was a student. He was obviously having a hard time pinpointing my role in the classroom. It was kind of an awkward conversation; I didn't want to embarrass him -- but let's be honest, I was fifteen ten years ago. Our interchange made me laugh.

That being said, I am grateful for a strong, healthy, youthful body. I don't use the word youthful to be vain; I only use it to typify this stage of life. I can count on one hand the number of times that I remember going to see a doctor. It is a huge blessing to know that everything inside of me is beating and pumping and producing the way that it should. I really enjoy this mortal experience and am so glad to have a body that enables me to do all that I dream of doing.