There have been so many people who have made a difference in my life, whether it be by making a big impact, storming through my life like a tornado, or a subtle, lasting difference, like the warmth from a nice glass of red wine that slowly emanates through your body (as is the glass of cabernet merlot I sip slowly as I write this post).
The first person who comes to mind is the person I cannot tell how thankful I am for all she did or for how much of an impact she had on my life.
My Nan left this world a few years ago leaving a huge gap in many lives and robbing the world of a truly beautiful soul…but she made such an impact whilst she was here in such a subtle way with her beauty (both inside and out), her genuine nature, her love, her generosity – including never turning the Jehovah’s away and getting to know generations of families even though she wasn’t religious, and her English quirkiness – teacup warming, stockings, spam sandwiches with pickle and all. My Nan is largely responsible for my love of books, photos, lamb chops, roast potatoes, the English countryside, and in general, the concept of being nice and tolerant to everyone.
And then there’s my Mumsy.
I won’t lie to you – my Mum and I have had our fair share of issues over the years, but that’s because we are just so damn similar. We’ve also had some fantastic times and I simply would not be here as the person I am without the presence and support (and discipline) of my Mum. Mum always supported my love for writing, as well as books and music. She nurtured the hippy, free-spirited nature in me, and helped me to love my red hair. It was Mum who showed me how a woman can bounce back from adversity and become a strong, confident woman, no matter how many times a man knocked her down. She is also the person responsible for showing me how to rock my red hair and for how loud I laugh…the women in our family, man do they cackle (or rather, reverberate the walls and attract a hell of a lot of stares!).
Most of all I’m thankful to my Mum for coming dress shopping with me on Tuesday. I was very nervous about the whole thing, but it was such a breeze! Choosing the right store helped – for my first wedding dress experience I chose to start at a nice, intimate vintage store called Through the White Door in Fremantle. It was perfect, and yes, vintage / boho IS my style! Here’s a sneak peak (this is NOT the dress, but it was still a stunning dress!).
And then there’s D.
D. Where do I begin? I guess my gratitude to D can be summed up like this…
This 37 1/2-year-old never wanted to get married. She was an independent, stubborn person who didn’t believe in marriage, never wanted to wear a bloody wedding dress, and would rather run away from a man then commit. How things change.
I could go off on tangents right now. The boy I fell in love with and who broke my heart in England. The various people who have screwed me over. The friends who have come into and gone out of my life. The fleeting meetings with people which have resulted in many an epiphany…So many people, so much gratitude. But I will end it there, with love and with excitement over what will come.
When was the last time that you stopped to give thanks to the people who have made a difference in your life? If you haven’t, there’s no better time than now…