It's been a wild, wet day here in the San Francisco Bay Area. A day with a few teen/parent clashes. A day of locking the keys in the car. A day of pulling weeds in between rain showers. A day of disappointing soccer game cancellations.
I arrive at the end of the day tired, and a little bewildered by the craziness that is my life. I'm feeling a little low, a little regretful, but I can't say of what. I feel a certain mopey malaise creeping over me as I drag my sorry self up to bed. Sigh. Whimper. Whaaaaaa.
And there on my pillow is this:
And inside the card (on which, if you look closely, is painted the word 'love' in silver puffy paint) is this:
And inside the box is this:
A heart shaped rock, found in the garden and painted just for me.
If you are ever feeling a little underappreciated, or a little ineffectual, or a little weary of the demands of daily life, let me just say that having someone thank you for their life, their awesome life, really helps.
Her nickname is Moo; her gifts are invaluable.
Going to bed peaceful and happy now.
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