He was wearing a bright yellow jumper, home.knitted, with holes [where stitches had lovingly dropped]. It was just a little too short but his softly.worn pants were pulled up high to meet it, held by a worn.forever belt.
He was moving slowly, a little bent over, shuffling his velcro.tied trainers. One hand pulled his shopping, the other held simple flowers: incredibly gently and lifted high, with pride. I imagined that he was going home, to the person he had loved for A Hundred Years.
Seeing him made me feel happy but also a little bit sad, and I couldn’t work out why.
I hope that when I’m slow and shuffling, My Forever Love is making his way home to me.
My Lovely One and I are looking for a new house. A place to buy.
We have an idea of the kind of place we’re after, based on a list of all the stuff that is important to us.
But then, yesterday, I saw a place that just sat all happy in my heart and I couldn’t work out why. When I assessed it against our list of important.factors it didn’t really measure up. But when I just felt how it made me feel, I knew that it was right.
Now you know, house stuff is crazy [um, how much?!] and we might never end up living there. But the whole experience has reminded me that sometimes, even though my head thinks it knows what it wants, the super-rational answer it has come up with is not always the best fit for me [or for my little family].
Sometimes my heart is smarter than my head.
Do you know one of my most favourite things? When people are kind [for no reason].
A lovely woman I know was recently very lovely to me. I should explain: I know this lady but not very well at all. I sort of just assumed that she almost sort of didn’t really know my name. Well, not that she didn’t know my name, I knew she knew my name. But I just sort of assumed that she saw me as an acquaintance, someone that she knew through other people.
Anyway. The other day she texted me, wondering whether she could drop by with a couple of treats. I thought she meant some treats.from.the.bakery. You know, like lamingtons.
But she dropped by with a gorgeous, considered, new.mama.care.package. Now, this lady has two littlies of her own, so I know how much effort it would have taken to put the goodies together, bundle her babies into the car and drive to mine. But she did it anyway.
I was in the car, with my two little ones.
One was asleep, the other was day.dreaming and I was feeling happy. The cars were banked up a little and I was day.dreaming a little too, just staring out the window.
There was a lady outside a house, gardening. She was young and super beautiful and had the most amazing tattoos. She was wearing cute little shorts and a sleeveless gingham top and a big scarf in her hair. And coming down the street was an old lady, walking slowly with a stick. She was wearing a collared white shirt and a mid-length tweed skirt and sensible pumps.
So, the older lady was slowly approaching the garden and as she did she stopped, to take it all in. And then she spoke. She must have said something lovely because the younger lady lit up, with the most beautiful smile I’ve seen [in forever]. And then the older lady smiled. And then I smiled. And then the traffic moved on.
It’s moments like that, that make my day.