A Different Kind of List You Won’t See on My Resume…
I have deep memories of how I felt for my first love at 13.
I held my beloved dog on my lap as she slowly and convulsively died.
I loved a guy with every cell of my being for 8 years, and felt deeply loved by him. Then one day he left.
I’ve been married for 15 years and have felt more neglect than love.
I buried my wonderful dad’s ashes under moonstones while my 2-year-old splashed on the shore above him.
I’ve snuggled next to my kids every night at bedtime, except on Friday movie nights with my mom. I’ve never once just kissed them and said goodnight.
I love spending my life’s energy loving my children with everything I have.
My cat and my dog love love just about as much as I do. I love that about them.
I hope someday to have a best friend. It’s been a long, long time.
I have six more weeks to spend with my mom – a light of love and joy – before she moves away for good.
I’ve never been a touchy-feely person. But I love; deeply.
I watch This Is Us episodes on Friday nights with my mom – the most masterfully interwoven series I’ve ever seen – and I come home at midnight full of every emotion, but mostly the fierce love I’ve had and have for the ones who have been and are in my life. Tonight was an especially tear-jerking night of episodes.
