It's a gorgeous outside right now. I went outside to talk to my man and sip on my venti, iced, soy, white mocha. I closed my eyes and felt the warm sun shine on my pale skin. I miss that so much, sitting outside, soaking up the sun, it felt so good.
I listened to my husband talk, his voice soothed me. He reassured me everything is going to be ok. He's so happy I'm working on getting better. He worries about me, but he doesn't run away and hide. He's right there, next to me, telling me it will be ok. He is a good man.
I could hear my children playing in the front yard. Their laughter made me smile. I remember those days when I was a kid and everything was so simple and fun. Not a care in the world, except who's team I would be on when we played games or if Jimmy, the neighborhood hunk, would notice me that day, maybe even smile at me. I miss that childlike innocence.
It's amazing how sometimes happiness is literally as close as your own backyard, but you just can't see it because you're too afraid to open the door and experiece it. Once you do, you can't understand why you have been denying yourself that kind of joy.
The simple things in life, I forgot how important they really are.
I'm so glad I was reminded of them today.
Why can't I write like that anymore? Not that I think that was great writing, but at least I was able to capture what I was feeling at the moment... Why can't I seem to express what's happening in my mind, in my heart, in my life without resorting to writing about the ripping of a fart? Oh yeah...THAT'S WHY. My life has changed completely and I suppose it's only natural that my writing would reflect that change.
Right?
RIGHT?!
(I wasn't even able to finish THIS post because "someone" was sitting next to me PUSHING POOP OUT. I only tell you this because I'd hate for you to blame the fact I can't write anymore on ME.)
Exactly!!!!