not just words

 

 

I love my work.

I love my family.

My mom and I are re-establishing our relationship. Slow but sure!

I love my kiddos.

I love Tongks.

I love the person who fights me.

I love.

 

 

On my lap, I can fit my life. The book from whom I am learning a lot (mostly from using it with my kiddos). Heirloom - from lola to mom to me. The color I put on my finger - the talisman of my hosting. Mock jewelry for adornment that I NOW KNOW are superficial. The new old-favorite; the book I lived by for a long, long, long time. (This edition has Fulghum revisiting his beliefs of 15 or so years past, and doing an alignment-check against his present set.) And. Love. THAT is LOVE. LOVE. LOVE. LOVE.

 

Thank you, Lord - for all these and more.