Today I love the quiet ones who watch and learn and do not judge but wait for opportunities to help. I love the ones who find quiet ways to support others. I love the ones who cannot bring themselves to be demonstrative, yet know very well how they feel and how strongly they feel. I love the ones that have a line that they cannot cross and will not cross and when that line comes up they step out of the queue and surprise everyone with their strength and conviction. I love the ones who will not be bent to anyone else’s will even though you never noticed them until someone tried the temper of their mettle and found them to be equal to the challenge given them. I love people who know their worth and the worth of others and will not let themselves or others be under estimated or under valued. I love the people who stand firmly and quietly, who speak with their stance and who declare their beliefs with the way they live. I love the ones who do not offer anyone any indignity knowingly. I love the people who stand up to be counted when the time comes, and then, once counted, go back to living their lives with dignity and no regrets.
Today I love that I have still got work to do, so that means I’ll be sticking around a while longer, right? I love that although my renos are on hold for this week I will be back at them next week and so the redecoration site is still set up and waiting for me to continue. I love that things are getting finished a little at a time, and everything that hasn’t been finished yet is getting closer and closer. I love that we are putting the old kitchen cabinets to use in the cottage and that some of the old cottage cabinets will be coming home to be installed in the laundry and the garage. I love plans that unfold like novels.
Today I love fresh bread with jam. I love good novels from long ago. I love that when I read novels by authors who have a distinct style of writing I often start to talk like them and even write a bit like they do. I love that I am at home reading Isaac Asimov or Jane Austen, Lee Trevanian or Lucy Maude Montgomery. I love that I can read Clive Cussler or Dan Brown but that while I’m reading them and taking the story seriously, I’m laughing about how unrealistic the work is, ain’t nobody lives like that.
Today I love a full cup of coffee and a moment to contemplate what’s next in the redecoration/renovation of the old living room.