I'll Tell You A Secret

It is kind of funny that one of the hardest things I have to do is not get too mushy and sentimental. I have it on good authority, from close friends, who don't tell me of course, but tell my sister, that sometimes I am just so sappy, they wonder if I'm in love.

Of course I'm in love! When have you ever known me not to be in love? It is just who I am.

I cannot imagine living in a world where I don't have someone to be madly in love with! It would be so dark and dreary, so sad and passionless, I doubt that I would survive for very long before the dark overwhelmed me and I just crawled into a dark place and withered!

I try to be present when I do things, but I'll tell you a secret. Often times I am thinking of my love as I wash the dishes, or make the bed, or sit on my swing in the sun. I am definitely thinking of my love when I write. He shows up in character after character, all of his many faces and personalities flowing through me into a story written with imagination and wonder and love.

The beauty, for me at least, is that I find people lovable. Once I get past their tough world exterior, most of them are just sweet children in grown-up bodies doing the best they can in the moment. You've gotta love that. Most of the people I meet, smile and are polite and are not trying to make waves at all. How can anyone not want to just gather them up and hold them close, whisper in their ear that you'll do your best to keep them safe and content, and maybe even happy?

And, some of them even make me laugh...I love them best of all.