I was out walking on the gravel road behind my house that leads to bean and corn fields. Looking over the rolling hills, watching our dog Frodo leap over them with pure, unadulterated joy. I talk out loud when I’m out there. I know it’s kind of weird, but for some reason it untangles my thoughts. If someone were hiding in the ditches or in between the corn stalks they would hear me talking about my hopes, my dreams, and all the beauty in life that I am so blessed to have: my family’s health and exuberance, my day-to-day magical experiences that stop the mental, mundane chatter in my mind.
It’s like, buy groceries…. clean that nasty bathroom…call so and so back…. you have to exercise girl….that chocolate cake will attach itself to your hips otherwise—-Oh! Littlest is laughing so hard he can’t breathe—I have to hug him. What was I thinking about?
I was in the middle of being thankful for all the wonderfulness of my life, when my phone went off. Beep Beep!
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Oh. Em. Geeeeeee!!!
I am really excited, not only for me, but for my friend, Snapper, too. He’s a brilliant writer, and deserves recognition.
This calls for Diet Coke.
I’m off to do the Happy Dance.
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