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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!

Day146: just in time

26 May

It is the end of the day and I am tired.

I can feel my eyes are heavy and my contacts are all but dried out.

I do not want to get back in the car tomorrow.
I do not want to drive another 400 miles.
I am tired of yelling at Garmin and her roadway trickery.
I am tired of 18 wheelers running into my lane.

Tired, tired, tired, I am.
(And, I do not like green eggs and ham.)

But, I am grateful.
For today, after a long drive and one very slow and painful traffic jam, we arrived just in time.

  • Just in time to see a seven-year old get off the school bus and run to her mother with arms wide open.
  • Just in time to watch a five-year old open up his Spiderman birthday present and squeal with delight.
  • Just in time to sing happy birthday and witness candles blow out and cupcakes disappear.
  • Just in time to marvel at bikes without training wheels navigate long park pathways.
  • Just in time to have a few perfect moments with friends.

And, most precious to my heart, we arrived just in time to hear the words “Aunt Jamie” and “I will miss you” and “I remember you” come out of little hearts and minds.

It was enough to melt my heart.
Indeed, it was well worth the drive.

My only regret is that we leave tomorrow.

I am tired, but I am also filled with joy.
What a good stop for my road trip weary soul.

Tomorrow we will make the island and summer awaits.
But not without making some really important pit stops along the way.

Just in time.

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