February 9, 2006
Last night, I was doing the dishes and grieving about my job. I used to love my job. It was only about a month ago that I loved my job. But something's happened and now I don't love it anymore, I even hate getting up in the morning because I have to go there. Yesterday we had a community building event (which writing makes my mouth go bitter) and it made me even unhappier. So, doing the dishes, I was wishing T were home already. When I'm unhappy I ask him, "Do you love me?" and he puts his arms around me and tells me he's the luckiest man on earth, and then I feel better. I was thinking hard about that, so I could feel better, when Nicholas came up behind me and tugged on my shirt. I looked down at his sweet face and he said something: "Ask me..." I didn't understand the rest. So I turned off the water and kneeled down to his level. What did you say, sweet boy? "Ask me if I love you." It was so odd...I said, "tell me again, I can't understand you I don't think."
"Ask me, 'do you love me.' Say that to me." So I said it, just the way I always do to T when I'm unhappy: "Do you love me?" and from behind his back, my sweet psychic boy pulled a piece of paper on which he had printed in big block letters, "YES."
Yes.
I absolutely love this story, thank you for sharing. Brings a big ol' smile to your heart doesn't it :)
Posted by: DeeAnn | February 28, 2006 at 08:16 PM