Love Letter #926
Why would I talk about me, in a love letter? Because today is my birthday, and I want to share my gifts. The gifts you let me have.
Needyness. Needy? You all tell me I’m needy. I’m not needy! Except for,
Sandwiches....
Tucked in at night....
Blankies when I’m on my recliner....
That’s not needy. That’s my thing. That’s what I love. That’s what keeps me coming back for more.
Randomness.
My randomness is what makes me normal. At least to me. I’m my kind of weird. And remember, you are not born a butterfly. You’ve let me celebrate my weirdness. You let me, be me.
Art and writing.
I love to create. Not just art, or writing, but create a sense of calm that will follow me and be an ambience. You let me create a mood that puts others at ease. You let me follow the path of least resistance, and go further because of it.
Time.
You let me have time. You’ve helped me realize, there’s plenty if you use it, and never enough if you waste it. But also to take my time. Take the time to take my time. Enjoy the moment. To know I won't get it back. I can promise you that.
In the end, I’ll be glad I stopped for a second and took advantage of that lounge chair that is on our patio. Took the time to talk with my family. Sat with my dogs and stared at the yard, the birds and squirrels. These are all gifts you’ve given me. Today’s my birthday. Junk Day I call it.
You said I was the best piece of junk you ever had. Damn. I love that line.....
