We like to celebrate things that inspire us. Especially wonderful things that get shared like this post. Thank you Nikki! We love life too.
And I don't know if this is the first place or the last place or the only place, but as far as I really know and can prove, it is the only one, and in that, well, in that, everything is kind of amazing and worth feeling and existing in. And it's weird and sad and so much confusing and somehow always touching. And I am grateful. Because there will always be those little moments, just waiting.
Like my whole childhood. Like dragging sleeping bags across the dirt road to camp out in the trees with my sister and watching meteor showers and running around in the garden of tulips and watching my dad mow the lawn that was a whole hillside and he made patterns and art out there, just for fun, and just because it was him.
And coming home to Z and we always do little dances together, because we're just happy to see each other and probably also because we're pretty impressed we made it this far at all here in this world and we're still going and for some reason we still know everything's going to be all right even though neither one of us has any clue at all how we're supposed to do any of this.
That's reason for a little celebration. Just a small jig of joy. Blessed are those who do little dances from time to time.
And we made carrot cake and Thanksgiving in August, just because. And went to the Hollywood Bowl to see Lyle Lovett and Willie Nelson and then, also, we just have the most fun when we're washing the car, spraying each other and smiling. There are so many things, there are so many parts that I love so much, and everything that's hard. I kind of love that too, in a way, because it means I'm here.
