Last night my mom told me a story.
When I was real young, still a baby, she was holding me in our front yard, and we had this great climbing tree with big leaves there. Very suburban Connecticut of us.
She said she watched my face watching the tree, looking in awe at the sun coming in through the branches and leaves, splatter painting shades of green and sparkling like nature tends to do. And she said that she wished in that moment for me to always by that amazed with the world, always that in love.
Now, I don't like to attribute parts of myself to others' wishes, but I think that was a pretty good call on my mama's part. And it made me the happiest girl in the world to be able to tell her that it had come true.
The thing is that it's 3 am and I'm tired and behind on work and a little anxious as always, but mostly I'm so in love with everything. Come shout it with me. Loud enough to make yourself believe it too. Because that's my wish, just like my mama's. I wish for everyone to be this in love always.
