A few weeks ago, I got an email from a dear friend and former college roommate of mine, Genii. We lived together from 2003-2004 while we studied abroad at the University of Leeds in the UK. Despite our incredibly different backgrounds (she is Chinese), beliefs, and a minor language barrier, we became fast friends.
I was cleaning out a plastic container in our basement several months ago when I came across a Christmas card given to me waaaaaay back in high school. And though I do have many, many containers of memories in our house, I’m not the type to hang on to a card given to me by a high school classmate.
This card was different.
In all the excitement of my in-laws’ visit, I didn’t have time to share with you what happened the day before they arrived.
Two Thursdays ago, around 6:30 p.m., I sat down at a favorite, local restaurant all by my lonesome. All by my glorious lonesome. Brian and I try to set aside time each week for me to run away from home so I can write, and I generally prefer restaurants over our local Starbucks—mainly because there is a “regular” at this Starbucks who insists on wearing headphones and singing Italian opera at the top of her tone-deaf lungs.
[Tone-deaf lungs? That makes no sense.]
If lungs could be tone-deaf, this woman should donate hers to science.
Few things this side of heaven are more precious to me than to witness the love that others demonstrate to my children. I can’t describe how my heart wells up with gratitude for a child who takes Averi by the hand and leads her up a slide. And then catches her when she decides to swan dive off the top of it. Or a young boy who takes the time to assemble a set of train tracks that JJ can’t quite master. It warms my heart when our babysitter Courtney (Ms. “Corny,” according to JJ) describes how much she misses the kids when we have been out of town. I am thankful for a waiter or waitress who takes the time to interact with JJ when he decides to tell them in great detail about his Cookie Monster Band-Aid.
I think a smile is one of the most important external features on a person. Because smiles are contagious. Have you ever heard of someone catching an eye twitch from another person? Of couse not! Or a cold sore? Wait, forget that one. My point is that smiles are contagious. For that very reason, they happen to be rather expensive to obtain if you weren’t already blessed with giant, perfect Julia Roberts teeth. Read more →