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Day 37: a love letter to the books of my youth

6 Feb

Tonight continues my commitment to more love and less fear this year.  For February, I am writing a love letter each day.  Tonight is dedicated to …books!

Dear Books,

Or, rather, I should say, the books of my youth.

You are still on my mind. After all these years, I cannot forget you, your people, your struggles, your silliness, your fairytales and all the lessons in between.

It’s like nary A Wrinkle In Time between then and now.  From when I was just The Little Engine That Could, to a contemporary of Ramona Quimby, Age 8 — to even now, officially belonging to a group of Little Women, your stories have stayed with my heart.

Even after all the changes I went through over this past year, taking care of my head, heart, body and soul — you are still with me!  Even after I changed my diet to Green Eggs and Ham and banished coffee (which took more magic than The Wizard of Oz to accomplish!).

Yes, I gave up my most favorite, sugary, chocolate dessert (mochas!) but I will always remember Charlie and The Chocolate Factory.  These days, I get my sweet tooth from something that looks more like James and The Giant Peach.

Sometimes, with all these changes in my life, I just wanted to scream, Are You There God It’s Me Margaret?  But, I know, in the end, my head, heart, body and soul have benefited from all of this self-care — even though, at times, it did feel like The Best Christmas Pageant Ever.

As I write this tonight, Pup sits next to me.  I never thought I could love a dog more than Clifford, The Big Red Dog — but I do!  In fact, I can’t even think of Where The Red Fern Grows  without tearing up inside.

Someday, I will have a Little House On The Prairie, or in a city, or maybe, in the suburbs.  Until then, I will keep moving The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe from one place to another, being more than happy living out my true love story — one that is even better than Anne of Green Gables could have imagined.

So dear books, this is my love note to you.
I thank you for the stories, the laughter and the tears.  Because you were the ones that taught me this:  our very own story is all we really have (happily ever) after-all.


P.S. I’m going to go take a bath and read a good book.  Goodnight Moon!

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