Jazzy Does 100 Days of Happiness 76
“Christmas! The very word brings joy to our hearts. No matter how we may dread the rush, the long Christmas lists for gifts and cards to be bought and given–when Christmas Day comes there is still the same warm feeling we had as children, the same warmth that enfolds our hearts and our homes.”
― Joan Winmill Brown
Just Jazzy Advent Calendar
It’s Red Shoe Day Two at Breathing Space. I would like to scratch off the bit of advice up there that says to wear more skirts, but other than that, this is a great list.
I had shiny red mary-jane buckle up shoes when I was a kid. There was never a pair of shoes before or since that I loved so much. My sister and I got matching red shoes at the same time, so mine were handed down to her and she got to wear red shoes for twice as long. Or maybe not, because she was very hard on shoes. That’s what our mom told her to explain why she had to wear sturdy brown oxfords to school. They were so ugly we both had a good cry over the unfairness of it all.
The beautiful red shoes made the most delightful racket when we walked. I remember clomping around on the hardwood floor in the living room until mom told me to stop. Then I clomped up and down the staircases instead. I thought tap dancing shoes must be the most marvelous of footwear. I had no desire to learn how to dance, but I might have professed an avid interest in it if I thought that would get me even noisier shoes.
Is this where my love of red began? And are little girls born with a thing for shoes? I think the answer to both these questions is a big loud yes.
Dear Life of Mine,
I don’t know what I’d do without you. Well, I guess deep down I do know that without you there would simply be no me. That would suck. I know sometimes I say that YOU suck, but of course I don’t mean it. Not really.
Mostly I love you to pieces.
I love you when you’re busy and crazy and tell me to hurry up, but I love you more when you’re laid back and mellow and lazy. I love how you make me breathe the air, see and touch and hear and know the incredible beauty of all the other lives around me.
I love that you are funny and strange and complicated. I love your ups and downs and detours. I love your crazy joy. I even love your sadness. Your bad bits teach me to embrace and appreciate your happy side and all the good things that fill you up and make you so worth living.
I love that you are beautiful and good. Sometimes I think you’re hard, but then I look around and see others who are not so lucky and not so blessed.
I am so very grateful to have you. I know how fragile you are, and I try every day to do the right things so that you’ll be around for a long, long time.
I know one day we’ll have to part. But let’s not let fear and worry kill the fun we’re having in each small moment, okay? I know you will always give me a kick in the ass when I need it and that’s okay. I will still love you with all my heart. And all my might. For however long we have together.
I love you, my wonderful life, no matter how you may change in the blink of an eye; right here, right now, just the way you are.
Prompts For The Promptless: Sometimes called a billet-doux, or a love letter, a love note is a personal letter to a loved one expressing affection. The loved one does not necessarily have to be animate, human, alive, or known.
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