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Falling in love

Spring is the time each year I fall in love . . .

with John

my kids

the air

the mountains

friends

life.


This year is no different.

It's like winter has glazed over my eyes and numbed my heart, but the warmth of the gentle spring sun is melting it away and I can see and feel again.

Things--words, touches, smiles, laughter--they become precious and profound and tender.

I must stop and bask in it.  Soak it in.  Let it sink into me and wake me up again.

Yesterday Finn told me that he loved me and I felt my heart shudder a little at it's pure sweetness.

Natascha climbed with me over ice fields and through woods to find my phone in the snow (stupid me) and laughed and cheered me on.

Everyday of the week Lynsie comes over and practices yoga with me even when we both would rather be in bed.  She gets me on the mat more than anything else.

My running group gets me up at 545 Monday and Thursday mornings and inspires me and pushes me to be not only faster but also a better person in ever way.

My brothers and sisters (both by birth and by marriage) call me and message me and lift me and push me to be even more and these days my love for them . . . it will make me cry to think about.

And my parents (both by birth and by marriage), their love is a warm blanket that is always there to wrap me in and surround me with its warmth.

Friends, old and new, they bless me in every conceivable way.  Even tonight as I struggle with hard things, they listen not only to my words but the worries of my heart and take them seriously.  They open up and give me their stories and their struggles and their advice and I know it is offered without judgement or censure but with LOVE and hope that all will be well.

And most of all, I feel the blessing of laughter in my life.  There is so much to sorrow over, and fear and worry about, but in the presence of laughter--everything seems smaller, easier, powerless and conquerable.

Thank you, all of you, who make me laugh and remind me that life is about joy more than anything else.  Laughter warms better than the hottest fire, comforts better than the wisest words, and heals better than any medicine know to man.


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