Sometimes I feel as if I’m losing my mind. Some days, I just have a day and get lost in my head about all the things that went wrong.
And then I find inspiration in our conversations, and all is right within me. I love our talks.
I found Gail in my dreams the other night, although I still feel lost when I think about her. I can’t believe that life without her is real.
I get lost in the sounds of new music, of old favorites. Sometimes the words sit on the wavelength my heart is on and just.. beats.
Sometimes, when you talk, I find myself losing the words and getting lost in your face. Your animated hand gestures when you get excited, your nervous ticks and old habits. Your words don’t find themselves to my ears, but you’ve got my full attention. I promise.
I found the ultimate happiness at Disneyland with my miracle baby and almost lost it when he jumped up and down at the happiest place on earth. I finally get why they call it that. I find that he makes everything exponentially better by not doing anything at all other than be himself. I get lost in the ocean of love I feel for this little boy.
I find myself reliving memories a lot. That’s why I keep so many photos on my phone. I look at a moment, and find myself back there, back in that feeling, back in that space.
Last night, I watched a movie that had me in tears. Lost it all over my pillows, empathizing with a woman who lost a baby. That memory never leaves me, on any day.
Have you ever seen me eat? The look of pure joy that washes over my face, losing the rest of my senses and relishing in every texture, taste, and smell. God, I love food.
My heart is so full of love, for so many people. For so many things.