This diary on DailyKos was all about love. This particular quote warmed my heart:
When our son was two or three, he used to demand my husband pick him up. Then, once he was in Dad’s arms, he would say, “Mommy, come,” and wrap his arms around both of us in an embrace. Then he’d say “Now we are safe in the Magic Circle of Love.”
Doesn’t that sound like something I would say? (Yes, I’m two or three!) So, let’s see – who was in my MCOL today? :)
Well, in an effort to make up for two weeks of shittiness that my mom had to endure at her place of residence (ie: Manor Care nursing home), I ventured to Towson. In our family, most shittiness can be mitigated by food. And I say “Let the mitigatin’ begin”!
Two weeks of yuck wiped out in one afternoon by a hot brisket sammich (smothered in barbeque sauce), baked beans, punkin pie from the Amish market, DD coffee and a wee bit of peach pie (also from said Amish Market). Add to that a 72 degree day and a chance to sit outside for over two hours in the sun and you’ve got a perfect love day. (And a very high blood sugar level but who cares, eh?)
On this day of love, I was moved to do something (separate from the mom thing) completely and utterly from my heart. The Universe and I made a pact not to discuss the specifics of it but what I took from the experience was that I am so very, very blessed. Each and every day of my life I am blessed with love, shelter, food and opportunities. I take NONE of that for granted. I also take from that experience that when something pings my heart in the way it happened today, I act. I don’t sit around and wonder what someone else would think or if I’m doing the right thing. I just act. And of the things I can say I like about myself, this ranks pretty high.
So, thanks Universe and Aradia for giving me an opportunity to show what’s in my heart. :)
Oh! And speaking of lurve, a big shout out to the Goddaughter of Love and Appendicitis for FINALLY escaping the hospital (minus a body part or two). WooHoo! We’ve got exactly two weeks to learn French, Missy. Unless all we want to do is discuss monkeys and branches, we better get moving! (I love you, btw)