I’m a few days late, but good things come, or so the saying goes. The thing I’m most thankful for is my wife, Jessica. I could go on and on with the whys and the who-what-fors, but I think this picture encapsulates it all. We were at an art opening and I think we were joking around and laughing at some inside joke like we always do. Probably inappropriate and said in whispers. But what you can’t see is that she was in immense pain. Her body was achy. She had lost 15 lbs inexplicably. She had a nasty cough, and was soaking the bed with nightly sweats. But despite that, she put on her best dress and came out to enjoy the night, cracking that beautiful smile that will never be contained. Two weeks after this photo was taken, we learned that her “cold” was really cancer. A tumor the size of a softball had grown inside her chest and her body was reacting by shutting down. That was two years ago. Two years ago this week we were prepping for surgeries and the beginning of chemo, then radiation a few months later. But it was that smile and her spirit that I will remember the most from the past two years. It’s what I’m most thankful for. And I’m happy to say that as of last month, the doctor has decided further scans aren’t necessary. The cancer’s goose is cooked, kaput, toast. She’s a certified survivor. Just try to wipe that smile off her face now. Love you honey.