Singing my wake up song 🎵 to 2 sleepy-eyed, bed-head boys.
Rocking a baby in a soft onesie wrapped snugly and tenderly in a blanket.
Seeing my parents’ puppies run towards me with wild abandon as I beckon “hey, Littttttttle Boys!!!!”
A brand new journal tight at the spine, crisp at each paper edge, blank as a fresh-fallen snow.
A mug full of barely-used dual-tip markers with a coffee-infused brain and 20 minutes to doodle.
That bass drum, the high hat, a sexy snare, a rumble from a bass guitar, melody from those 🎹 keys, and a voice belting out pain or ecstasy in an outdoor venue. Yes 🙌🏻 I will and I want more!
100k of us squeezed together, sweating, smiling, ❤️ racing, waving shakers, roaring as a collective animal as one 20-something runs up and launches that 🏈 into a fall Saturday reunion of college powerhouse rivals.
Inching into my ✈️ seat and opening a magazine I will never read on my way to something new.
And this. Writing. Typing. Dreaming. Reflecting. Lamenting. Laughing. Crying. Smiling. Feeling. This gives me hope. Meeting you and considering one of my words might tug at your ❤️ or muster a grin. That gives me hope.