When I left the dentist today, I thought about what one friend in particular had said about my blog – that it helped him appreciate the little things more as he was rushing through life.
I thought a lot about the little things that I now get to appreciate given I have a good deal of time on my hands. I was then reminded of a cartoon in the 70s that I liked. It was called “Love is…”
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love_Is...
It depicted what appeared to be a naked male and female cherub who always had something good to say about love. For example:
I thought that while it’s always good to have something wonderful to say about romantic love, it's just as wonderful to be able to feel strongly about the things you love and love to do in life.
Lately, I don’t consider myself unfortunate because I don’t have a job. More often than not, I have considered myself lucky for not having a job, because I am able to appreciate so much more than I did when I had a job.
I now notice the small things a lot more, like how much I love to bury my face in Liam’s soft tummy when he’s lying on the floor in the sun on his back, how good it feels to walk across the soft wet grass in the morning and feel the dew soak in between each and every one of my long toes, or how lovely the sound of the freight train coming through town is at night.
If people who are blind develop a more acute sense of sound, then I think that I, as an unemployed person, have developed a more acute sense of life in general.
Lately, what used to feel like a six-year-old constantly complaining is now a six-year-old telling me her hopes, her fears, asking me question after question (for which I never have the answers to!), and well, sometimes it’s still a bit of complaining, too. And what used to be teen moodiness with a tad bit of ‘tude thrown in is now a young man figuring out who he is and how he fits into the world. And more often than not, I think, “God, what if I could never hear their voices again?”
Anyway, in the spirit of saying good things about love, here I go.
Love is….
Blowing bubbles together.
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