For you who listen. For you who tolerate. For you who smile when I say silly things. For you who is always by my side. For you who makes coffee in the morning. For you with the sparkling eyes.
For warm breezes under sometimes sunny skies. For rain kept mostly at bay and a tent kept dry. For a warm dog at the foot of the sleeping bags. For scrambled eggs and bacon in the morning. For sandwiches and Chex mix at halfway point of the hike overlooking the Oak and Juniper clad hills. For cornish hens hot from the fire pit. For graham crackers dunked in whole milk. For getting royally trounced at Scrabble. For three days of camping on Thanksgiving Day weekend.
For you and for that I give thanks.