Trust me that it is another beautiful day.
Trust me that my heart is breaking but it is the sort of breaking which allows more love in and if I am put here on this earth to love people, so be it. People are born and people leave and that's just all there is to it. I was born and I will die and so will you and although if we truly considered that every moment of our lives we might be paralyzed with not fear, but overwhelming emotion and yet, that fact must be part of our consciousness so that we can go through our days with mindfulness and respect.
That's what I think. I am trying to learn how to do it. Every minute I am trying.
Mr. Moon and I drove to town last night to go to my son's annual Winter Fest party. He lives right in front of the place where the parade begins and there is music and there are lights and there are people and food and babies and dogs and drink and it was fun. Owen was there, holding out his hands to this person and that, demanding to go back outside to see it all and there were aunts to hold him and an uncle and grandparents and it was lovely. My beautiful daughters, my amazing son. All in one place. And Hank has the most interesting friends. I have always loved the tattoed, the pierced, those unafraid to be different. I saw piercings in places I did not know humans could be pierced and I say, Hurray for them!
Lon and Liz of the West were there and they and Mr. Moon and I walked down a bit to see the parade better and we passed the new, oohbip-boutique hotel and Liz said, "Let's go up to the bar at the top and get shots!" and we did. It was awesome, so chic, so fine, so different than our usual Tallahasse/Lloyd hangouts and we did a shot each of Patron and watched the parade from eight stories up and when we went back to the party everyone said, "Where did you go?"
There had even been a theory that Mr. Moon and I were off canoodling but sadly, not that time. Maybe next year.
Ah yes, it is beautiful today.
I am so grateful for it. All. Of. It.
Today I am.
And for you too. Believe me.