My wheel with all the spokes or my circle with all the slices is not going to hold all of my world, our world!!! Smile and laugh that beautiful laugh you have my sweet wonderful husband. I’m writing to you when I am on here. I know you are so proud of me, but I want to go above and beyond. Somehow. I don’t know exactly how I will get to above and beyond, but I won’t stop! So I sit listening to country music, freezing cold, in my warmest ever popular pants of late, a sexy shirt covered with my long purplish flannel shirt and my cloud and star fuzzy slippers. I have no doubt you would find me cute as a button! I have index cards all over the desk and under my arms as I type, filled with my well-rounded thoughts. I don’t know if you have noticed since you have worked every day this week,hard,and been sick and eaten and dropped into bed in a nyquil stupor. But I barely open my closet and then pitch items in! HaHa! I have all my old writings and scribbles and boxes and photos ALL OVER the floor. Heaven forbid I walk in there in the dark. I could trip and farely knock myself out falling and hitting my head on totes or the chest. I have to admit, I have hidden pictures in there. You were amazing to go through all our family albums and keep one’s for us. But in the chest. Well. The whole bottom was full of more albums my sweet sweet man. Which made for more memories,more pieces to fit in the spokes of our wheel or that big circle of our life. Or the diagram of The Five Balls I read about in a James Patterson book, “Suzanne’s Diary For Nicholas”.
Fragile,delicate,precious,but strong. And Growing! Our well-rounded is huge,full of blessings! So, I love you and must go and write something…
I love you, I need you, I don’t want you to ever go away! I am guilty of not opening up to you and sending out my thoughts each day. I want to feed you envelopes and return to find you full. One’s sent far to my friend’s, few, old and gray too, the dull,the young and hopefully, one new.
As I write, I begin to look forward to going to the mailbox each day. How excited I am to pull on the handle, look inside and see I have mail. Even before I receive my letter, I already look forward to writing again. One’s filled with ink, causing my eyes to mist and several times I blink. Each letter formed by hand of times that may be bland. Memories filled with the past and love that we hope will last. Talk of the future, stories written about our walk on our every day life, mystery and strife.
I sit at my desk listening to the music of the birds, as I read a line of beautiful words. I lift up a box and sift through just the right paper for my Dear Friend who is always in a bit of a caper! It might begin with a little tale and end with a myth of my own!
16 Days till Christmas caught my ear on the radio this morning. I was driving along, envisioning myself in either a grumpy bear suit or a itchy, green Grinch outfit,growling or mumbling unkind words at anyone and everyone,being selfish with my own space and grabbing time for just me. The thought of actually wearing the suits as a warning to everyone so I don’t have to say why I feel like this every single time for the past million months (you’d think they’d know by now),made me smile :^). All these thoughts that took long enough for me to drive a short road,made me turn a different corner in my thoughts. The evil me melted away and I began to think unselfishly about those I love,and then on to those I see struggling,to those that are in need,to those that are struggling and in need of help within these 16 days till Christmas. So it is,bags of clothes and games from the family to donate,little lonely older people to visit,donations to be made,and cookies to be baked and delivered and joy and the hope of helping make 16 days a thankful time of prayer, love, and peace to all.