52 Verbs Balance
On Valentine's Day, I ran to Casseroles To Go (one of my FAVORITE places in Plainview) to pick some of us up some salads. While there, my friend Janet looked at me and exclaimed *You look so healthy AND happy!* I thought to myself.....yes. Yes I am. Especially the happy part. Six little words that she never had to say....but dang they meant the world to me...especially knowing that someone can SEE it.
I get home today and there is a box on my porch. I think...well that's odd... I don't remember ordering anything. Take it in to the kitchen and open it. Stand by the dining room table and take out the Sweet Potato Queens Book of Love and the cross stitch that says be* you* tiful. The note says page 118 Jay at the desk. Flip really fast to page 118. I start laughing and crying all at the same time. Freak out the cats. Di took the time to reach out and send me love. She KNEW I would get it. Di is someone that holds me up and prays for me....and I have seen a picture of my name on her prayer wall. When she sent me that pic, I was humbled to my core. She means business.
Look at the picture and you see all sorts of bits and pieces of love there. Valentine's, flowers, a hand blown glass heart carefully picked and sent to me all the way from Washington, a new flying pig to add to my collection, a silver talisman from Amy that makes me feel strong and brave like she is holding my hand. Everything in that picture reminds me that I am wanted, cared for, sought after, cherished, held on to...loved. What is not pictured there is all of the words that are typed, texted and whispered (sometimes shouted ~laffin~) telling me the same thing....day after day. I am loved. It is pressed into my hands and my heart. Beloved.
When my crazy world spins a little faster than normal and my axis begins to weave and bob...you reach out and gently right me and give me my balance again.
My heart gets that crazy thumping feeling and I smile...and I wear you all like a blanket.
I am happy.