Lil' Piece of Heaven

I’ve got myself a little piece of heaven in my hand. 

Those fleece sheets really keep out the cold, and as I unwrapped myself – planted firmly alongside my love, I gazed toward the window, the sun shining brightly in and calling for me to wake, I drew in a deep breath of life.  Today was going to be delightful in all it’s mystery and story-telling I could feel it!

I donned my best suede skirt, black, silk cowl-neck blouse, a pair of glittery stockings holding in the exuberance that my legs were feeling and slipped into my engineer boots just before putting on my green jade ring for the sake of its inability to absorb negative energy.  I tossed back my blond locks (which are growing so fiercely as of late that I’ve decided even they’re happy!), spritzed on my rose perfume and smacked my lips together with their shiny gloss just before looking one last time in to the mirror – “I love you” was the whisper and out I went to find my lovely, adoring fan base.

They were there – each of them in their wonderful beings.  My Lovey – he’s the embodiment of what it means to really feel love – to live love, and have it live back; love back.  Takes my breath away that quirky, yet distinguishable, wonderful man!  And he makes me laugh – like, really laugh, that guttural, belly laugh that sometimes stops all sound from exiting your body yet your mouth is gaping open. Ah, Lovey.

And “Wissa” – the pet-name received by little brothers that can’t pronounce the syllables all the way for lack of their two front teeth.  She’s a doll – a beacon of what it means to be a young woman coming in to her own. So full of life – of questions and disbelief at times, and then others…she’s whirling around in her pretties all dolled up for the world to see and appreciate. She’s certainly appreciated. 

Then there’s “Dogger” – another pet-name not really befitting his uniqueness and brilliancy as a child - one with too many responsibilities and worries for being only six years old.  He contends well for the most part though.  If Lovey and I can keep up the positivity in our little home, it’s sure to manifest greatness for this little boy.  These two little cocooning larvae…we can only imagine what they’ll metamorphose in to.  It promises to be quite a show however. I’ve already placed my reservations for VIP seating on this one!

Anyway, there they were – hustling, bustling in to the beginning of this day.  My rose parfum trailed behind me as I put together my coffee fix for the morning and stepped out the door to greet the day.

“Oh day of mine – how I’ve missed you!”

That’s the summation – that this day is mine. It doesn’t ask to be anything other than received.  Another opportunity to jest into whatever we’ve decided is most important to our becoming; the day is there to grant that opportunity. And I'm jesting.  My smirky-grin isn’t for the sunshine in my eyes, but rather in delighting for the opportunity to do this again. And maybe – just maybe, tomorrow I’ll get to do it again!