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Sweetness

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Sweetness

Good Morning Monday.

This past Saturday, I ran a 5K race honoring my angel, Mr. William Yurak. Considering I had not run a 5K in over 5 years, it wasn’t so bad; I didn’t feel too sore the following day. Maybe there’s a new runner in me, time will tell.

On my way to the race while driving down the 60 Freeway, the clouds were parting, the sun was peering through, and of all the songs to come on the radio was Sara McLachlan’s, “In The Arms of an Angel.” As you can imagine, I started balling; it was magical.

The other day while getting an EKG exam (a heart test), I happened to tell the nurse about an ex co-worker named Boris. I used to ‘mean’ play with him and because of it he once told me that I was cold hearted. Without blinking an eye, I responded, “Well Boris, that would mean I would have to have a heart.” There was a slight moment of silence and then we both laughed. My response was quick and funny, very Devil Wears Prada.

And so as the nurse finished the exam, he looked at the printout and commented that it all looked good. I quickly added, “So I do have a heart!”

And since it’s the big Heart/Love day tomorrow, I reminisce to my first boy crush. It happened in 2nd grade with a half black/half white boy named Greg. He had curly hair and brown eyes bigger than mine. One afternoon, sometime around Valentine’s Day, I took him aside and told him I had some Valentine’s Day candy in the pocket of my brown school sweater. We sneaked over to a corner of the playground and together we ate our heart shaped candy. I wanted to be ‘his’ just like the message said on the candy. I wanted to believe that by eating these sweet little things, I could eat love into my heart. It was my first ‘romantical’ outing! But the following year, he left school and I never saw him again ☹. Only 7 years old, and I was already heartbroken. (After all these years, did anyone else ever stand a chance? Ha! I wonder?)

The piece here is titled, “Sweetness.” I spent my morning putting it together. It’s in honor of that day with Greg when two little boys (at least I did) believed in the possibility of love. (Ah, yes I got a little teary eyed writing this last part).

And to Whitney, may your soul rest peacefully. You sang it best, “Learning to love yourself it is the greatest love of all.”

Happy Valentines Day!