"What are you gonna do today?" asks my son.
"I'm going to make a pot of chicken noodle soup and then B and I are going to catch a matinee."
He chuckles to himself. "You have such an exciting life."
"Maybe not but it's MY birthday and I can do whatever I want."
"I know but I'll bet when you were 18 excitement didn't mean chicken noodle soup."
"You're right. But I'm at the point where what makes me happiest is being in my home. Comfort and security are the things that turn me on."
"You've lived two of my lifetimes."
"I know. The first 18 years were easy. The second 18 were hard as hell ... but now ... it's starting to get easier."
It really is getting easier. I love where I am right now. I'm healthy and happy and what else could I possibly ask for? I am so blessed.
I read "I Fall to Pieces" yesterday, which is the personalized not-so-short short story penned by the incomparable LadyLee and even though it was a complete work of fiction the one thing that was real was the fact that I have a man who loves me. Really loves me. He spends quite a bit of time tap dancing on my last nerve but I wouldn't trade him in for anything in this world. Thanks for the story, OldGirl. I absolutely loved it and it's definitely one of the most thoughtful gifts I have ever received. It made me think.
My son bought me the JHud CD and I'm really feeling it except I think the duet with Fan.tasia is wack.
I'm off to enjoy my day. Love you guys!