Where the heart is.

Coming home this afternoon was wonderful.  It was wonderful to find Dean waiting for me as I came through the gate into baggage claim and the girls running up to me.  Dean drove me home and I put a few things away, gave the girls their gifts and almost immediately snuggled up with Dean for a nap that turned into a marathon sleep session.  I was up late last night making a horse charm bracelet for Maggie and a sterling flower necklace for Milli as their First Communion gifts.  I am also crafting them rosaries out of pearls and swarovski crystals but that is going to take me like a million years as I have to wire each pearl and bead.

The Communion went off fabulously- the girls looked like angels.  (Milli is the younger and Maggie is the older one).  I was so proud to be Milli's godmother- she and Maggie are both daughters of my heart and I would snatch them up in a moment if anything ever happened to Marg and Gordon. 

I don't go to Mass very often, but when I do, it is always the strangest thing- today the priest spoke of vocations and how being the best for the world was to follow your bliss.  Yes, follow your bliss.  This is what I want to do.  So, there was a reason for me to be there and hear those words today. I don't care what anyone says.   Those words just resonated in me, ten-fold, a hundred-fold, a thousand-fold.  Follow your bliss.

There were some ups and downs this week.  It isn't easy- no, never terribly easy.  What I have come to realize, though, is that we must just try our hardest to hold onto the happiness, see the good, feel the joy- everywhere and all the time.  To not do that is to waste precious moments that cannot be won back.  We must stop giving our whole selves away and asking "Where's mine?"- instead, understand that "mine" is in the giving- that is what gives us joy... if it is.  If it doesn't give you joy then you shouldn't do it.  Give what you are willing to give.  And only that.

I came away from this weekend feeling quite rich in love- both in what I left behind me in Seattle- good, dear friends to the end, family of my heart and soul- and what I came home to here in California- family, my sweet little girls who I love more than life and my cute, sweet, funny husband who squeezed me tight and kissed me hard and told me how much he missed me and loved me and then let me fall asleep against his shoulder.

I love it.  How I love my life... back to it now.

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[meg]

You should be a preacher or a teacher