Life done got me going here, y'all.
Between Owen and rehearsals and life in general, there's not much time for me to say anything and not much I've got to say anyway. I'm just holding on for dear life and trying to keep up.
BUT, I am heart-sick because this world here, this blog world, is as dear and comforting to me as the down comforter I sleep under at night and not being able to read everything you write on your blogs and not being able to answer my comments and not being able to give myself the joy that writing gives me just makes me feel down in my soul.
And yet, I know that I have to stay healthy for the next few weeks. That means eating halfway right and taking vitamins of course and more importantly (you know me)... getting enough sleep.
There are so many different bugs going around right now, and half the people I know are sick so this is important. I've performed sick before and honeys- believe me- I have enough trouble when I'm well.
So. It's almost eleven p.m. and I just got in from the Opera House and ate my supper and tomorrow I am going to Thomasville with Kathleen and I may be going again on Wednesday and I need to go to bed.
But before I go, can I just say one thing about Valentine's Day?
I usually really hate that day. It's such a Hallmark Day but somehow in my grinchy little soul I feel the need to be shown some romance on it but this year, I feel so damn blessed by the love in my life that every day (and god, this is the worst cliche ever) is Valentine's and besides that, two weekends ago Mr. Moon and I went out of town and on Saturday night we went out to dinner and I feel completely and utterly clear about the fact that I am married to the sweetest man on the planet and he left me one of his notes this morning by the coffee pot and he brought me flowers this afternoon and he played with his grandson while I made him some oat muffins for his supper and this may have been my favorite Valentine's Day of all times.
I hope yours was good too, whether you spent it receiving chocolates and flowers and jewelry and wining and dining or whether you spent it with yourself and a Netflix and a bowl of popcorn or whether you spent it with your best friend or your dog. Doesn't matter. Love is what it's about and if you can love something, someone, even (and especially) yourself or your dog or your cat or your own down comforter, it's all okay.
The stars are in a bowl of ink above us, the ground with its gravity holds us to this whirling planet and hold on, hold on, hold on.
Kisses and plenty of 'em....Ms. Moon
I spent it with the ones that I love. It was a nice day. Chocolate--yes; cards--yes; love and kisses--so much of that.ReplyDelete
sweet dreams ms. moon....ReplyDelete
Valentine's Day? Happy Anniversary!!! Remember???ReplyDelete
I do Valentine's Day for my kids -- and that's a lot of love right there.ReplyDelete
I had to work late but A and I celebrated this weekend doing something together we both enjoy...no flowers or candy involved but there was a trip to White Castle for dining. Actually she gave me the sweetest card that actually brought tears to my eyes with all the sweetness and love she wrote inside. I share your cliche since I too feel so spoiled and loved everyday.ReplyDelete
Stop stressing yourself sweet Ms. Moon and know we're always around. Hugs to you and yours.
take care of yourself. and thank you forReplyDelete
"The stars are in a bowl of ink above us "
and you say you are not a poet...
I love you. You are always my valentine. Always.ReplyDelete
I completely ignored Valentine and so did Babes, which was just fine by me. But tomorrow we have date night. Which might be cancelled because we have two sick children here, but still. What you said.ReplyDelete
It isn't much at our house, either. We do stuff for the kids.ReplyDelete