Today I love missing someone and knowing how much I care for them because of how time not spent together makes me feel. I love that it is a cool, clear, safe driving day. I love that I get to spend this day at home even though I’m also missing my Wednesday office time. I love that once again this morning the dawn lit up the eastern sky like fire and smoke and the day burned its way into existence. I love days that start dramatically charged because I expect great things from them. I love getting a new day to work with every time I wake up in the morning. I love each day and each day’s potential, come on Wednesday, let’s see what we can make of you shall we? I love that today has the potential to make improvements on my health through the intervention of a doctor’s appointment, and I love that it’s a safe gamble in that there will either be good news or no news from this one which means I can’t end up worse off than I am, but I might be better off as a result. I love how full a day can be, even when it isn’t full of the regular day stuff.
Today I love the slow but steady forward motion of the reorganization of the house. I love that there are big plans for change that may never happen, but they are the stuff that dreams are made of. I love that if changes are ever made according to wishes, then my recliner and I are currently sitting halfway between the future kitchen and future dining room, but that’s me, always in the way. I love that my mind never stops dreaming of how things could be, and I’ve seen enough changes in my life to know that they are possible.
Today I love that I get to share My Christmas Story here, as promised, and all I have to do is tell you that it was originally broadcast on CFOS560 in Owen Sound on Sunday December the 2nd on the 79th Annual CFOS SunTimes Christmas Fund Broadcast. I love that story because it is as true as it can be, if my memory from when I was a four-year-old can be counted on. I love that this coming Christmas will be my sixtieth such celebration, though I don’t remember the first two or three very well.
Today I love sipping coffee while the gentle, sweet sadness of missing someone swells my heart with the joy of knowing they will be home again at the end of the day.