I haven’t seen my parents since March when I graduated from business school. It’s the longest we’ve ever gone. Since then much has happened in my life, including a move to New York.
It’s funny, the older you get, the more you start replacing things with experiences. I don’t want another shirt or some fresh denim. I’d rather use that money on dinners with my closest friends or flights to visit my family.
There’s only about 10 people in my life who I care about deeply. Those 10 people will be at my wedding. And I’ll make a promise to those 10 that I’m going to be better at being a good friend and relative, putting your needs before my own.
And to the two that have been in my life for 30 years. The tough years, the easy years, through the years of dashed dreams, failure, and fear, know that I push so hard because of you.
You gave and continue to give me everything. The support and love to always have a safety net. The playfully beautiful childhood where my biggest concern was getting that last homemade chocolate chip cookie at our weekly summer pool parties. You taught me many things about becoming a man, but were smart enough to let me make my own mistakes.
So on my 30th Thanksgiving I’m thankful for you.
