My friend. My inspiration. May we have many more ‘ordinary moments’.
That fabulously awkward moment when you realize there’s more truth than fallacy in a statement of perceived self-growth.
In the quiet, I understood. I had learned the lessons, and this was an opportunity to apply the wisdom and do it differently. This time, I would love me first.
First we will feel and make room for grief, knowing that in love’s time we will go forward, greater than we were, better for having known another.
In the distance, I see possibility and joy. Each day, a celebration of the triumphant version of me.
From parting with children and the effects of cold coffee, to giving birth and the up-side of napping in class, the conversation began to unfold as I delved deeper into the inner-workings of the artist known as Lailo.
Every Christmas is different, and this year will be no exception. I’m good with a departure from turkey, and am open to coconut milk eggnog. But of course, adapting to change doesn’t always come easy, especially when love is involved.
It has taken a lifetime of living to realize I’m not an expert at life.
Sometimes we keep secrets for people that we should never be asked to keep…
Let us reveal, with our eyes, our true selves…and feel what it is to truly acknowledge one another.