My older son greeted me at the door as I got home from work.
“Guess what?” he asked, continuing before I had time to guess anything. “Daddy got lots of movies in the mail today!”
(This is his daddy‘s first year receiving Academy Awards movie screeners.)
“Oh?” I asked Li’l D as I offloaded my bags.
“Yeah! He got–”
“I got five movies in three packages,” Anthony finished. “The first is A Monster Calls, and then–”
“Wait, what? You got that?! It’s not out until next year!”
“Mm-hmm,” he said, before trying to continue his list.
“I’m sorry, hon, but from A Monster Calls, it’s all downhill.”
See, I wrote in July how deeply the book A Monster Calls moved me.
Revisiting that post now, my heart is absolutely overflowing to see its conclusion.
I’m believing it (again) a little more each day, but all the same, it’s good to be reminded that:
Love is more powerful than fear.
Love will win.
Yesterday, I read my two-year-old a children’s book about killer whales. I couldn’t help smiling while I read.
As an eighteen-year-old, I’d researched killer whales from islands in British Columbia. As a thirty-eight-year old, I read about them to my own little boy a couple thousand miles away from where I’d once watched in awe as they played.
I was able to read Littler J the book because of bookstore’s going-out-of-business sale. My husband and I picked up two boxes full of delightful reads. We’ll be busy for months, just from those books!
There’s knowledge and (with introspection) wisdom alike to be gained from books; I found bunches of both in another of the books I picked up on Saturday.
When you and I read, listen, and seek information no matter the obstacles, we are mighty.
Something delightful happened after I deleted my Instagram account last month: I stopped thinking of my friends as the two-dimensional representations they share there, and started remembering them as who my heart knows them to be.
I hadn’t even realized I’d been boiling them down to their most superficial selves until I was no longer doing it.
Since then, I’ve had a growing longing to be with friends in person.
My heart’s shouted at me that human bodies are meant to congregate.
Yesterday morning, my family and I joined several friends for brunch at Long Beach’s The Social List.
As I opened the restaurant door, I almost started crying to see Ra, Emily, Mike, Amelia, and Kris sitting together, illuminated by mid-morning sunlight. Actually seeing my friends live, in all their glorious, full dimensions, instantly did my heart wonders.
Two hours sitting with them was fuel that’ll keep me running for a while.
Today I’ll be planning my next outing to refuel with friends.
You might want to do the same with yours, for:
We’re meant to sit with each other in body, as
confirmed by the fullness in my heart
when I recall sitting in the sunlight
with my friends
Yesterday morning, I smiled as I typed a tweet:
My 2yo can’t remember the word “scissors,” so he calls them “the cutting wrench.”
“Could you open this with the cutting wrench, peez?!”🙂
I’ve loved Littler J’s way of describing scissors since he first used it.
This morning, I snipped in two a paper wristband I’d been wearing before tossing it in the trash.
“Get the scissors out the trash can!” Littler J demanded.
“Oh, no, they’re not in the trash can,” I said as I pulled them out from behind the sink. “I just threw away my wristband.”
Satisfied, he turned his attention elsewhere as it dawned on me what he’d just said.
“Hon,” I called to my husband, a couple rooms away. “He just said ‘scissors!'”
“Noooooooooo!” Anthony called back.
Littler J may now know the correct word for scissors, but I’ll have–forever–the memory of giggling with a full heart each time he asked me to use “the cutting wrench.”
On November 15, the U.S. House of Representatives passed the inaptly named Caesar Syria Civilian Protection Act of 2016 “with forty minutes of debate.” If passed by the Senate and subsequently signed into law, this will establish a no-fly zone over Syria. Establishing a no-fly zone is an act of war, which would (1) kill many Syrian civilians and (2) dramatically escalate probability of U.S. war with Syria’s ally, Russia.
If you’re interested in actual peace, such as is obtained not by bombs but by legitimate diplomacy, please call the members of the Senate Committee on Foreign Relations and demand they reject this bill.