I’m grateful for…

Family. I can still smell the turkey and potatoes at Thanksgivings when computers still ran on dial up. I can still feel hugs and kisses on the cheek like it was only yesterday. And when I leave the kitchen table, my childish eyes still meet the photos in my grandmother’s hallway where ancestors stare back at me.

Now, at age thirty, I keep a shrine to the right of my desk. My grandparents live there. My parents and sister. My widespread collection of cousins, uncles, and aunts.

I know who I come from.

I’m grateful for family, because I’m inseparable from them. I can’t stop being theirs. I will always be someone’s son, someone’s brother, and someone’s beloved.

I will always be their David.