I Love You Potato

Buenos Dias Friday!

I'm up early again yet again. I’ve come back from a morning walk and a little yoga at the park. Ah, so good!

For quite some time now, before lying down to sleep, I wish myself a good night and tell myself, “I love you papa.” It’s a little term of endearment referring to the man in me, whom I love and adore. In Spanish, ‘papa’ can mean either father or potato. And so sometimes to be silly, I’ll say “I love you potato.’ Because along with loving the man that I am, I love the little boy who’s curious and keeps my spirits up.

Last week, I started reading Bethenny Frankel’s “A Place of Yes. “ It such a corny title, but it’s been a good read so far. Because of her sarcasm and wit, she’s my favorite of Housewives. While reading it one day, I laughed out loud. Quoting humor writer, Cynthia Keimel, she writes, “If you can’t live without me, why aren’t you dead yet.” Writing it down makes me laugh again. I wonder about how many men, if any, have felt that way toward me; how many men are in the process of dying? HA!

I know I’ve been guilty of feeling that sentiment, but that was way back in my twenties; I can’t imagine feeling that way again. Not because I’ve given up on romantic love, or maybe I have and just don’t realize it, but because I don’t see love coming from a place of dependency. Who knows maybe life will surprise me and I’ll fall head over heels over someone yet again. In honor of all the married couples out there, the piece here is titled “Here Come the Grooms.”

And so until the day another man blows my mind, I’ll keep being the love of my life. I can’t imagine not loving oneself. And as for potatoes, I do love them, but not nearly as much as I love ALL the amazing people in my life. I’ve been very blessed.

The best way to love oneself is to embrace the reflections of all the people who cross our paths. These reflections may not always reveal the best part of who we are, but they always reveal a truth of who we really are. (As my english teacher would say, it's a little food for thought.)

Cheers, to a whole lotta love and a little potatoes on the side.