My heart is singing today. I’m smiling from the inside out. I probably can’t put it to words, but suffice it to say that it’s a beautiful thing and I feel very, very happy.
It’s a combination of many things, actually.
Last night, my beloved sang himself to sleep. In his race car bed. “Twink-oh, twink-oh widdow stah, how I wondah (pause) ahhhhh, like a diamond, up the sky, twink-oh twink-oh widdow stah…” My heart just bursts. And better yet? No 3 a.m. wakeup call. The whole night, in his own room. The whole night! Would it be too shocking to admit that I allowed him to stay up until nearly 11 p.m.? Even so, the 3 a.m. wakeup call is independent of such things. So. Smiling inside.
This weekend my grandma turned 90. Such a feat, in itself, and she’s still living independently and has control of her mental faculties. She’s doing remarkably well. She’s been in a relatively steady state of health for the last ten years. It’s quite something. My own selfish longevity goal is to make it to 80, if at all possible. Before I had a child, I didn’t have a longevity goal, but now that he’s here, I want to be here for him and see him to adulthood. She reminded me she was an only child. She produced two, who then produced thirteen, who then produced fourteen, who then produced three. These are the generations.
There has been some family drama of the sort in which things are said to give the impression that the sky is falling. And then, like a ray of sunshine, someone steps in with eloquence, humor, and clarity of mind to set the record straight. The mere fact that the angel gave voice is cause for jubilation. The words that he shared, and the way in which he expressed them, were treasure of priceless value. He helped me see a side of things that I generally don’t see. A side that can only be seen through the eyes of unconditional love. A side that is usually clouded by dark memories. I am humbled by his humility, and inspired. Inspired to rise above the chapters of my life that cloud the sunshine from my own heart. And I am grateful. My heart is bursting.
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