Valentines Day

To The Man In The Moon  -
Today was a missed opportunity. For so many things. I didnt get Liam a gift or a card. Last year I paid for him to receive a flower that just said I was proud of him and then they never delivered it. Or he wasnt there the day it happened. Something. I didnt get Matthew a card. Not out of spite. I got him a flat top grill and accessories he wanted. I wanted him to be thrilled but I am not sure it hit the mark. He liked it. He said he loved it. 
We are broke so that was the extent of our splurge. I wanted to go see a movie or something but it just didn't work out. 

Today, it was the unexpected that sort of made my day. A couple people I follow from high school commented on a post. I truly love that perhaps these people who we have passed through each others lives, see and find something in the simple fact that we had shared a time and through something as chaotic as high school, youth, hormones and yet many years later still see you or are open enough to be a visitor to the little or big moments we share through social media. Something that could be simple and pure as a thought of remembrance and acknowledgement of our lives lived as we pass through each other's existence.
Im probably giving it moreeaning than it is but is a beautiful thought that I will cling to. A light of hope in the darkness of the present climate.
My other small joy... a light display. Its just this little light machine and blu tooth  speaker. It is beautiful and calming. It is such a silly luxury that gives me small relaxing sleep care moments of peace and love in my current state of existence.
I wish it was the night sky. It may get old but for right now its giving me love for my mental health. Ill take wins wherever I can get them. Small thoughts. Big ideas.
Back to some rest and more book reading. I am really hoping Liam gets better and gets rid of his cough. 
LISTENING TO MY: "Nite Time" playlist on Spotify 

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