My PopPop, on the other hand, responds with "Best day of my life." This has puzzled me, but PopPop is not one to be questioned. He doesn't just say things-- he states them. There is always a reason behind what he says. Still, the reason grew harder and harder to understand.
You see, PopPop has multiple sclerosis, MS for short. He has a wheelchair and hand controls in his car because he has trouble walking. When it gets really bad, he can't hold a fork through the whole meal and he has to stop talking because of tremors that shoot through his jaw. How can all that add up to the best day of his life? I would wonder.
Then I realized what it really meant. He was looking past pain and trials, embracing today. PopPop was living fully now with gratitude. I want to be more like him.
Another way of being grateful-- my gratitude list continued. . .
196. Pancake breakfasts
197. Susie magazine
199. Hot baths
200. New music (My dad gave this cd to my mom for Valentine's day, though it has made it's way to my iPod too :)
201. A hunt for pink around the house (I'll share more about that later this week. . . )
202. Pencil shavings
203. Birds up and chirping with the sun
204. Full moons
205. A puzzle box from PopPop
So how am I today? Well, I think this may just be the best day of my life. ~Megan