I sneezed, just as soon as I stepped outside the Cafe this morning; I smelled the Orange Blossoms in the breeze, and sneezed again once more. I felt someone....and I turned around.
"Bless you", said a tall male stranger, heading inside...
"Thank you", I said. And, I meant it.
He didn't have to say anything; he could have just kept walking. He wasn't obligated in any way to say a word, never mind "Bless You", and besides that, all I did was sneeze...
But, I felt that man. Before he said I word to me, I felt him there. When eye contact was made, he offered me two of the kindest words you can offer in the human language. "Bless You".
The only thing that even comes close, is "Thank You".
And Bless You, Sister.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
My life is perfect.
When I was five years old, I conned a neighbor into removing my training wheels, since my father had refused.
It was perfect.
Later that day, my friends Big Sister, Christy, took me to the top of a hill, and let me go. She was teaching me.
To take my time…the scar on my knee is my constant reminder.
It really was perfect.
I am perfect.
My hair is dry since the second Baby was born, and the cancer came and went. Oh, yes… and the ass of my pajama pants tore open after a stressful few weeks. (Beer has more calories than you’d think, and they add up quickly). Also, I can’t find my cleavage.
It’s sitting politely here in front of me…just below my belly button…good to know where THAT came from!
I am now more approachable than ever before, and the people in my life love me exactly the way I am.
It’s so perfect.
This life is perfectly mine.
Your life is perfectly yours.
The entire thing, for all that it is, all that it was, and all that it has the potential to be…are perfect.