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.
Babcock, K. (2018). Today I Love Missing Someone. Psych Central.
Retrieved on December 5, 2018, from https://blogs.psychcentral.com/today-i-love/2018/12/today-i-love-missing-someone/