happy 100

I have friends that are close to my heart, yet not close to my home. I hate the distance and yet it only takes a little contact to bring them to me. Their smile is on my face and their heart is in my hand. It’s hardest when you have friends that are close to home but you can’t find your way to have that heart to heart. My friend and long time confidant is like that. We settle for words on a screen because it seems no matter how hard we try it’s like the little magnets that you just can’t get together. I think we’ve had lunch plans go haywire at least 5 times but then a hug found it’s way to my door and it meant everything. I have another friend who compliments every few hours. At first it was disconcerting because I didn’t understand why. I’m not supposed to. The encyclopedia complimenting my choice of favorite all-time car, saying the words “I’m hungry” and having what I pictured in my head appear in front of me, my bro seeing what I wanted and getting an email 5 minutes later saying “Let’s Ride!”, getting a rose from my sister, having my nephew draw for me and tell me the whole story about the scene of santa and the reindeer and the packages, and him just wanting to “hang out” … these things are what makes life amazing. These things I hold close to my heart and look at when I need to smile. I think sometimes I don’t say out loud (or on screen) the good things, the small moments that make me smile. All is not sadness and roller coasters, those just seem to be easier to write than rainbows and kittens. The abyss is not, the falling is good, I’m not avoiding the cracks and when in doubt, there’s a rabbit with a pancake on it’s head.