Do you ever think about your heart in terms of how full it can get? Or how empty? There have been times when I thought my heart would overflow...like when I look upon this face...
or this one...
or when I watch a sunset like this...
or gaze up at a star filled night...
And then sometimes I wonder if my ticker is defective.
But it cares so much for people, people like:
Debbie, and her wonderful relationship with her boys, her adorable dogs, her yummy producing breadmaker.
Sherrill and her teacher stories that I can so relate to, her twin sister stories, her quest for the perfect pants.
Dawn, and her adorable, enviable relationship with her husband.
Shannon, her gorgeous retro wardrobe, and her scifi geeky ways (a kindred spirit!)
Amanda, her perfectly finished clothes and beautiful smile.
Heidi, her amazing creativity and her generous spirit.
The Lexinator, and how her mama always has a story of how she pee'd on the counter, or in a puddle in the kitchen.
And my other Shannon, and how she shares the princess, and the unfailing friendship & support she always gives freely.
But sometimes, sometimes. Sometimes a little empty spot opens up, and it gives me pause. And I wonder...do I care so much because my heart is not part of a matched set (thus otherwise uninvolved)?
Maybe I'm not normal. But then, maybe normal is overrated.
Not gonna lie. People disappoint me now and again. But I try to keep it all in perspective, and know that not everyone is going to care in quite the same fashion. Not everyone has time, or you know, maybe not everyone has room left. Maybe their ticker has a No Vacancy sign out.
And sometimes. Sometimes you wait five years for something, and when you get it...it isn't what you thought it would be at all. And then five weeks later you're here.
And if you're me...you still leave the light on.