It’s November. In my classes, I have the kids write out individual items that deserve thanks and gratitude – one for each day of the month. I’ve done that on Facebook, as well. This time, though, this November, is different for me. This November is AMAZING. This November is the November I have so very much to be thankful for, so many THANK YOUs to so many people – all of the people who have safely delivered me unto this point, the cusp of my first novel, which I hope to be the first of many. I have tried to tell each of them – each of the people whose combined result was my name printed on a book – but for the most important three? I figured this was as good a time as any to jot it all down. And Acknowledgement pages are just so small.
- As cliche as it sounds, my Number One THANK YOU will always be to my parents. They are my tireless advocates, my biggest fans, my strongest support system, and the funniest two people God ever put together. They’ve given me so much, I am reminded daily of what I would not be if it were not for their tireless efforts to keep me on the straight-and-narrow (no homo pun intended), keep me in school, and keep me clothed and fed and challenged.Thanks seems like a minuscule expression of what I feel from the depths of my soul, but thanks, nonetheless. Thanks for the Movie of the Month Club, for listening to me everyday I called you last year to cry about my job, for NOT buying me that damn Susie Scribbles doll way back in 1989, and for flying all the way to Massachusetts to be a part of the most beautiful day of my adult life. Oh, and for giving me life that time.
2. My Number Two is my consummate Number One, my bae, and the Founder of the Voss Porter Fan Club, my wife, who wakes up everyday and looks at the hot mess that I am first thing in the morning and still wants to stay married to me. She is more than I ever thought I could deserve in a partner, she is the second smartest woman I know, the most interesting woman in the world, and the best damn dishwasher known to man. Thanks for putting up with my incredibly bad dancing, my ridiculous cast of voices, and my dog, and for always saying “You’re not leaving me, you love me,” every time I get angry.
3. I would be a sad, shell of a human being without the two people I made in 2007 and 2009. I would be a horribly disinteresting, uninspired woman and I would have more hair that was not, no doubt, prematurely grey. I would also get loads more sleep. I am grateful nonetheless. The perpetual archetypes of every free-spirited, domineering, no-holds-barred heroine that I create, I am thankful for my free-spirited, domineering, no-holds-barred daughters. You will do much in this world and I am honored that you chose me to be your mother (even though I will never look the same in a bathing suit again).