At this very moment I am sitting on the beach in a very cheap and poorly made blue fabric lounge chair, that cost me ten dollars to rent for the whole day, typing this blog I had almost completely forgot to do. But at this very moment, not in Jacksonville, but in Lexington my Dad is gassing up his walk-behind and rider Scag lawnmowers, putting new green plastic thread on his weed-eaters, and looking through his toolbox to make sure he has everything he needs and is prepared for his workday. At this very moment my Mom is searching through a twenty degree freezer looking for only the best flowers and other plants to put in her arrangements, dead heading and trimming the plants in the Henry Clay Estate’s garden, and moving heavy vases with her bum right arm.
At this very moment my parents are working their tails off trying to provide for me and themselves as well, while I’m chilling on the beach. So for that, at this very moment, I am truly grateful.
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