Friday was Liver Day at our house. Exactly three years ago John
received his liver transplant. Approximately one-half of Whitney’s, the living donor’s, liver was surgically removed and placed in John’s abdomen. I remember the day at the Mayo Clinic in the waiting room, imagining the surgeons meticulously slicing and tying, opening and sealing back up. I visualized all the cancer,
including John’s bile ducts, getting thrown in the garbage bin beside the operating table.
I would like to say that in the three years since John’s transplant, we’ve lived every day as well as we possibly could. While that’s not exactly true, it’s pretty close. We have made a ritual of gratitude, voicing all the tiny and grand things that we are grateful for every day. Spontaneity has ruled around here.
We’ve learned to surf, we’ve jumped out of an airplane, we’ve traveled to Bhutan and Costa
Rica, we’ve logged in some serious powder turns.
Going forward I want to keep this momentum going. Life is precious. This miniscule little flame we are given must be tended and appreciated. It’s brief, but brilliant, and I hope we don’t miss any of it. I hope the angel of gratitude always sits at our table.
It’s easy to rack up transcendent moments, if you simply look around and appreciate them.
What about you? What are you grateful for today?