Small joy #2:
Jordan (my main squeeze) and I had a really great conversation today. I initiated the conversations and was all nervous about it. The response I got was kind, loving, and well received. My heart burst a little more.
Attempting to look for the small joys in life. Yesterday I had one to share…but then I fell asleep.
Small joy #1:
I was babysitting a four year old and his siblings. We decided to ride bikes to the park. On the way home, he was having trouble up the hill…a man getting into his car called out, “You can do it! Good job!” The little boy looked at him, smiled, and kept on trying. The man watched until the boy made it up the hill. This man’s genuine care just made my heart burst.
Rebecca, age 8:When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love.
Terri, age 4:Love is what makes you smile when you're tired.
Danny, age 7:Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.
Nikka, age 6:If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate.
Elaine, age 5:Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.
Chris, age 7:Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.
Mary Ann, age 4:Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.
today i went into a restaurant…and a lady had a dog hidden under the table. at first i thought it was cute…and then it started barking. all at once, i was unable to focus on any conversation, all i could hear was dog. it wasn’t so cute anymore.
You know when you wake up…panicked that you overslept. Then you look at the clock and you still have two hours of sleep. It’s glorious and at the same time really lame. It’s awful because you know the wake up is going to make your sleep cycle percentage low…and I now judge a good nights sleep solely on an app I bought for 99 cents.
I’m literally about to go run 20 miles and all I can think about is my inability to poo right now. i’m picturing myself getting a bout of diarrhea in the middle of the woods about mile 18…and then having to run 2 miles back, a complete mess.