We are made of stronger stuff than ice and snow
we are made of deep earth, sunshine, stardust (yes, I said it), rivers (of caffeine), sarcasm, and love.
Spring is here, just below the surface. She’s going to be such a sweet reward when she rises.
You know what I love? I love that our friend John is in the air and he’s spending his time with us knuckleheads.
When I met with Maj yesterday, I played him the song John made for me, and he got all weepy, too. He was familiar with my poem, and was blown away by the music John created to accompany it, and agreed with me, that it was the best possible gift.
I love that it’s the kind of gift that just keeps giving and giving and giving.
Good morning, John!
Nice to see you throwing hearts all over my dash. Hope it’s going well learning that music piece on the new instrument. :)
I’ve listened to it like 20 times.
Fixed the link, for some reason the last two stanzas were cut off, but it’s correct now.
The guitar is making me cry.
Honestly, I swept this thing.
A shrug knit by my friend Richard, that is quite literally, a beautiful blue hug I can put on whenever I need a hug. And a song written for me by my friend John. Two amazing men bestowing their considerable talents on me?
I don’t even know what I did to deserve such love, but I’m grateful.
This far outshines meat space Christmas.
A thousand thank yous.
No, John, you’re so right
I just can’t talk about Lindsay’s playing or I’ll make a mess up in this place.