For Better or Worse. Bad or Good.

“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.” ― Haruki Murakami

My oldest son graduates today and as I reflect back on the journey from infancy to now, to the fourteen year old girl who gave birth but knew little about life and love—and too much, all at the same time— to the person I am now, I consider the people who’ve helped shape our lives up to this point and how it sucks that the most significant of them are no longer here with us to celebrate.

Which led me to consider all of the people in my life and how grateful I am to those who’ve not only shown me the kind of person I want to be—but also those who’ve shown me the kind of person that I don’t.

If that sounds negative, it’s not. Everyone and every situation, every choice is placed in our lives to teach us something—for better, or for worse, bad, or good, and I am truly grateful for both experiences, for they’ve taught me so much. And I must say, when you get to a point where you can honestly appreciate it all, well, it’s a really nice place to be.

I think I shall stay awhile… :)

Guess what time it is??

“I went to my son’s graduation this weekend, and I heard a great quote I’ve never heard before from Albert Einstein. It was that the greatest danger to the world is not the bad people but it’s the good people who don’t speak out.”  -Hamilton Jordan

It’s commencement speech time, that’s what. My son is graduating next week, the son who I gave birth to at fourteen, and so it’s a tad bit emotional around here, these days. If you know me (and even if not I’ve blogged about them a ton) then you know I have a very deep affinity for commencement speeches. Partly because I’m a lover of words and partly because I didn’t graduate from higher education (which makes me appreciate them all the more) but also because it’s typically a certain type of person who gives them, and I swear I could watch for hours upon end.

Most times the only thing that has gotten me through the “struggle”and over the hump (that’s what growth is, right?) has been learning from others who’ve survived struggles of their own. And, really, who hasn’t? Whenever I’m having a particularly tough time and it feels as though I’ll never “get where I’m going” I hit up Youtube and watch commencement speeches, because not only do I know that will they lift me up, but there’s a lot wisdom to be garnered within them. Below are two of my favorites this year. I love what William McCraven, U.S Navy admiral, says here on the top 10 lessons he learned from basic seal training–from making your bed– to standing your ground with sharks. I also loved what Sandra Bullock says about dance parties– dancing before you leave the house, that it changes how you walk out in the world. All true stuff, and it’s good to be reminded of all that we’re capable of, from time to time. It’s easy to forget that we have power, and to take that power back–to remind ourselves that the choice is ours, to choose how we react in any given situation. Oftentimes, it feels better (and safer) to play victim. I’ve certainly been guilty of it, but let’s not do that, ok.  :)

Lastly, a few weeks ago I blogged about a story I told  my husband about  how making your bed leads to overall greater happiness, and while at the time I said it (though I understood it to be true) I was mostly joking. Later that day he asked me if I noticed that he’d made the bed. He said he’d considered that I was right about people who make their beds being more successful. Funny, I had actually used the word “happier” but he’d heard successful. Anyhow, he told me he wanted to put my theory to test (he’s the last one out of bed, to be fair) and let’s just say ever since that things have been even happier than they were before. ;) That said, when this commencement speech crossed my desk, it made me smile. I always say: thoughts are things–and what we put out, shows up in return. And just like is said below, about changing the world, perhaps I won’t get around to that (today)—but maybe, just maybe, someone out there needs to hear this as much as I did. And who knows? Maybe watching it will change their day. If I know anything, I know that by changing one persons day, you create a ripple effect, which has the power to effect a lot of people’s day. And hey, you gotta start somewhere, right? As it turns out, making the bed, just so happens to be not a bad place to do it. :)

 

 

They All Said No. And It’s Personal.

“Today if you come up against rejection, remember: This does not mean “no.” It just means “not this way.”

Last Friday, this was a part of what I shared at the BookPeople signing and I wanted to share the story here as well:

I’ve always been an avid reader and for at least the last decade or so every time I’ve read a great book or maybe one not so great I’d make the comment that I was going to write a book of my own someday. After one of these comments my husband looked at me and said  “So why don’t you do it, already?” or something to that effect. I remember deadpanning, stopping whatever I was doing at the time and staring at him, strongly considering slapping him. I mean, couldn’t he see all of these kids running around everywhere? Where was the time? Couldn’t he see how hard I was working at work? But after the initial sting of what I perceived to be his abruptness wore off I realized I knew in my heart that he was right. A few short weeks later, I lost my only sibling, my brother who was sixteen months younger than I am, very unexpectedly. So unexpectedly, that I clearly remember sitting in his dinning room staring at his half-eaten dinner as the coroner photographed his body. Perhaps it was the (literal) shock–but I all I could think about in moment as I sat there was how it could possibly be that one minute you’re here, eating and conversing, and the next you’re just…well, gone. His death really made me evaluate my life, all of the things I was focusing my attention on and where and how I was spending my time. Things and places, it turned out, that would not get me what I ultimately knew I wanted.

Then, five months later, I found myself in a hospital with my Grandmother whom had raised us (so for all intents and purposes she was like my mom) and I had to make the decision to take her off of life support after what we thought would be an in and out hospital stay. Her death and the aftermath only further made me contemplate what we’re here for and what we leave behind. In fact, although I didn’t know it at the time, my last conversation with her was about me publishing my first book. She said she was proud. One thing I know, for sure, is that I will be forever grateful that we had that conversation and that she knew that I was going for what I wanted.

As of May 2nd, it will be a year since I decided to independently publish. Since that time I’ve published three novels and the latest, Somewhere With You, is probably the most personal. In it, both characters lose their parents very young. Amelie, loses her father very unexpectedly in a car accident while Jack loses his mother after she succumbs to a battle with cancer. In the story we see how these losses and the circumstances surrounding them shape the characters. Jack’s mother has the foresight to know that she isn’t going to make it. So, she makes the decision to write letters to her son to be opened at key points in his development. As a mother, this has always been my greatest fear, to die before my children are grown. And so I’ve always had the idea to write them letters in case that were to occur which is where the idea came from for Jack’s mother to write him. At the signing last week, one of those letters (an excerpt from the book) was part of my reading and I’ll share it below.

That said, I’m not writing this to say “woe is me.” Because it’s not. I am actually happier than I’ve ever been and I’m proud of what I’ve accomplished within the past (almost) year, even if I’m not where I want to be, yet. Yesterday, I had the pleasure of seeing my books on a Barnes and Noble bookshelf, which is no small feat for an indie author. I hope that changes but either way, it was a dream come true. Also, I am told that Somewhere With You will be featured next week on BookPeople’s Best Seller Shelf in their store.

But my actual point here is that going for what you want, for what you know you’re meant to do, is NOT easy. Every single agent I submitted to told me no. To be fair, my book was already published, so yes, this fact probably played into that. Still, two marketing firms that work with indie authors both turned me down saying that I wasn’t what they are looking for. And…I uh… would’ve been paying them, so that’s kind of really bad, the suckiest of all sucky things. :) Of course, there have also been the bad (and the just plain mean) reviews, in addition to the uphill battle to try and get my work out there in the world. But none of this has stopped me from keeping on, keeping on. Sure, just two days ago I wrote author friend of mine and told her I wanted cry, scream, and punch something. Simultaneously. But that is part of it. I was almost at my wits end when yesterday, a pretty significant opportunity came about, I saw my books on the B&N shelf, and scheduled a conversation to speak with a publicist who is interested in taking me on as a client. So…I write this to share my experience but also in hopes that if you have something you’re going for that you’ll push through. Because sometimes it is the only thing you can do. Sure, from afar it may appear that others have it easier than you do, but that’s only because you don’t know their story. Anything worth having takes work. Rejection and heartache and all the rest just come with it. Keep going. It’s probably worth it. ;)

And the excerpt from Somewhere With You:

My Dearest Jack,

If you’re reading this, then you’ve probably just had your heartbroken for the first time. Or at least it feels that way, anyway. But I want you to remember, son, that this isn’t the first time (nor will it likely be the last) that you’ve felt this way. You’ve been through so much already, and if you’re reading my letter, then obviously, you’ve survived thus far. And while it may not feel like it just now, you’ll survive this, too.

There are so many things I want to tell you about love, Jack. Oh, how I wish I were there to tell you this in person, to hug you, and hold your hand. Though,I’m guessing at this age, you might not like hand holding so much anymore. I try to picture you, what you look like now, where you are as you’re reading this, and it brings me so much joy to think of you all grown up. I looked in on you tonight as I’ve done every night since the day you were born, and as I watched you sleep, I pictured the man you’ll become. It’s hard not to feel a little bit bitter knowing I won’t be there to see it all. Oddly enough, though, it is with that sentiment that I want to tell you about love. If you are reading this and your heart is broken, you are lucky, Jack. I want you to pause a moment and let that really sink in. You are so damned lucky. Feeling this way, it means that you are living and more importantly—that you are loving. You cannot know how lucky you are to love until you’ve felt the immense pain of having to let that love go. It is a part of life. And as I am learning, it is also a part of death. Do not waste it. Do not play small. Lick your wounds, but then get back out there. Love harder next time. Most people don’t do that, you see. They get hurt once, and they hide behind it. They use it to excuse themselves into living guarded lives, never quite feeling the passion, the love that they are capable of. But not you, son. Don’t make that mistake. And I hope that if you consider taking that route, you’ll think of me and you’ll feel my love and know that even though I may have lost my battle, that I didn’t go down without a fight.

Neither will you, my love.

Neither will you.

I love you always,

Mom

P.S. Tips for healing a broken heart: time, above all else (don’t worry, you won’t feel this way forever), ice cream, and meaningful work. Now is the time to start a new project, Jack. Try something new, throw yourself into it, and let yourself get lost in it. You’ll come out all right in the end. You always have.

On Editing…books, but more importantly, life.

“Mistakes are, after all, the foundations of truth, and if a man does not know what a thing is, it is at least an increase in knowledge if he knows what it is not. ” ― C.G. Jung

This week I’m working on edits the editor sent back for Somewhere With You. There’s something both freeing and frightening about seeing your work all covered in red and the realization that on page 144 that you’re still making the same damned mistakes you made on page 14. And then on page 145 you SWEAR to yourself you’ll never make that mistake again, because damn it you’ve just spent two days (or two weeks, or two months) of your life rectifying something so ridiculous.

But here’s the thing, or the lesson for me anyway: we make mistakes and hopefully we learn from them– but that doesn’t mean they all of a sudden stop showing up. Oftentimes, they do so over and over, and for what?  Just to make sure we really got it, this time? :) Your guess is as good as mine. It’s a funny thing, life’s way of testing us.

And while this may sound negative, it’s really not. I figure, if we aren’t messing up, we aren’t trying anything new, and if we aren’t trying anything new, we aren’t learning, and if we aren’t learning…well, in my opinion, we aren’t really living.

Speaking of that, recently, I did a little “spring cleaning.” I wiped my calendar (mostly) clean, removed several things that no longer felt right, in order to make room for those that are a little less “certain.” One of these things happened to be joining an indoor soccer league– which as it turns out, is, um, no joke. The last time I played soccer was 20 years ago and I clearly remember leaving the team due to my inability to take organized sports seriously. It seems not a lot has changed. :) It also turns out there’s a difference between having a competitive nature and a serious one. For me, the two do not appear to be mutually exclusive, :) Always a fun lesson to learn, for sure. So yeah, fail forward, I say. It’s pretty fun, pretty freeing, and pretty fucking scary. But scary trumps boring any day of the week.

“In life, there are no mistakes, only lessons.” ― Vic Johnson

Seek and Ye Shall Find…

“It is my belief that love is mostly about showing up. It’s about showing up in the good times. And especially in the bad. It’s about being there, showing up, and continuing to show up. If you can do these things day in and day out, no matter what life brings you, you’ll find that love is there for the taking. In time you might come to find that while it’s not in the form you may have imagined—or necessarily the way that you thought it would be—it’s there nonetheless.”– Britney King, Breaking Bedrock 

First of all, I finding quoting myself quite odd, it’s the first time I’ve ever done it… and I’ll probably never do it again. :) Still, I couldn’t really think of a better quote for what I wanted to write about today. After my last post, having received so many thoughtful, kind responses I’ve struggled a little with the words; how to say that yes, loss sucks. And yes, there are sad days. But…at the same time there’s still so much joy. In fact, I’m not really sure if it’s possible to know such extreme joy and as much love– without having known loss.

Obviously, we all want to suffer as little as possible in this lifetime so I guess what I’m struggling with is how to say that there’s beauty, joy, and love even in the most devastating of times. That’s it’s not all black and white. And not only that, but the joy, and the love is magnified that much more when you’ve dabbled in the opposite.

Which is why I think it’s important to save up for those times when the pain outweighs the joy. It’s why I believe investing in people, places, hobbies…all the “things”, whatever and whomever bring you joy is so important. I think in our day-to-day lives it can become too easy to focus on “surviving”, on getting ahead, keeping our head above water, that we overlook the people and the “things” which bring us true happiness. We take these things for granted and we become pretty good at saying “someday.” Someday I’ll get to that. Someday, maybe tomorrow, I’ll make that call. Someday… I’ll get around to taking that art class or making that trip. The problem with this, I have found, is that someday, though hopefully not soon, you may need to spend that currency which you’ve put off saving up. It’s unfortunate, but I know a lot of people tend to think of currency solely in terms of money. I’d like to counterpoint that currency is a lot things: energy, love, joy… and not that I know personally;) but I’m guessing that all the money in the world will not buy you what it is you’ll need when you’re at your worst.

Anyway, with the holiday’s approaching, I really wanted to give thanks. I consider myself one of the luckiest girls in the world to be surrounded by so many wonderful people, doing that which brings me joy everyday. So…while, yes, this has been a difficult year in terms of grief, it’s also been one of the best years of my life. I’ve lost a lot. But I’ve gained a lot, too.

P.S. This short (15 minute) film perfectly encapsulates everything (and more) I’m trying to say here. Not only is it incredibly moving but it’s further proof, that if you just look hard enough, amidst the pain, the chaos, and the mess there is beauty. And so much love. You should watch it. Really, you should. Today…not someday. ;) xx

One Year Ago Today…

“Even on my heaviest days, when emotional, financial, or physical responsibilities feel too burdensome to bear, I find lightness in the act of picking up a pen to list the three moments that shined brightly on whatever dismay laid before me.” – Bex Boruki

One year ago today…I started keeping a daily gratitude journal. While I’ve always made practicing gratitude a habit, if I’m being honest I was never really completely consistent with it. Anyway, for some reason (I actually can’t remember what the exact reason was) on this day, exactly a year ago I made the decision to start a writing a DAILY list of three things that happened which I had been grateful for on that particular day. I should mention that this was just shy of two months after my brothers death and at a time when I’d made the decision to leave a job I (mostly) loved in order to pursue what it was I really wanted to do– grow my own business AND write the novel I’d been talking about writing for a very long time. So, to say that my life was in somewhat of a state of upheaval would be a vast understatement.

But I’m proud to say that I haven’t missed a day journaling since. Little did I know that this past year would actually get “worse” in the sense that I would lose my grandma too, another person who raised and meant the world to me, all in the span of just a few short months. But the beauty of having kept the journal is that I have a record of things that happened on any given day…things such as “I’m grateful that Nannie did such and such for/with the kids” and “I’m grateful for time spent with Nannie at her doctors appointment.” Now, these entries serve as reminders, providing permanent memories, which at the time may not have seemed like such a big deal. And I promise you…looking back, they weren’t. I remember at one of the doctor appointments her throwing a fit in the waiting room about how much time it was taking, and how terrible their scheduling was. I remember being mortified, even though I was thinking the same thing. Three hours in a waiting room, with someone on oxygen that’s quickly running out, in addition to kids across town that needed to be picked up from school, well, it wasn’t exactly the best of times. Looking back on it now though, I smile when I think of her tantrum, the beauty of being old and saying what’s on your mind, and the fact that at the end of the day, I was (and still am) grateful for that time. It’s a reminder that although sometimes things seem frustrating while you’re going through them they may actually turn out to be blessings in disguise. I swear I’d sit through a thousand more doctor appointments if it meant that I’d get to have one more conversation with her.

I had so many things I wanted to share in this post and post about this week, things like the creative process and how I’ve been struggling a little, experiencing fear (and lots of doubt) as I work on my second book. This time (it seems) the process hasn’t been as “easy.” For one, my characters haven’t been speaking to me in the way they used to. Also, I’ve been confused because Addison’s voice has changed ever so slightly, making it hard to recognize at times. And because what I’m hearing isn’t what I’ve expected I’ve doubted writing what comes to mind. Until yesterday, that is, when I had an “epiphany” of sorts. It dawned on me that maybe her voice has changed because of the experiences she’s faced. She’s not the same person she was last year, in the first book. And that perhaps it’s OK that she doesn’t sound exactly the same…because the story goes on and, well, shouldn’t growth be a part of that process.

Last night after thinking about this post and about gratitude in general I happened to stumble upon a link titled: 5 Steps For Making Your Dreams Come True. You should read it too. Really. Reading what the author had to say was incredibly eerie (you know, the kind of thing where you get chills) because what she wrote, her story, was almost exactly what I’d been planning to say here today. Minus the follow your dreams part. I wasn’t going to write about that. This time…any way. :)

Whomever Bex is, I like her. And I’m thankful. After reading what she wrote, I went to bed, and for the first time, in a long time, dreamt of my characters.

She’s right. Miracles do happen. All is well. Life is good. :)

On all the things that matter. And a few that don’t…

“I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes.

Because if you are making mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You’re doing things you’ve never done before, and more importantly, you’re Doing Something.

So that’s my wish for you, and all of us, and my wish for myself. Make New Mistakes. Make glorious, amazing mistakes. Make mistakes nobody’s ever made before. Don’t freeze, don’t stop, don’t worry that it isn’t good enough, or it isn’t perfect, whatever it is: art, or love, or work or family or life.

Whatever it is you’re scared of doing, Do it.

Make your mistakes, next year and forever.”
Neil Gaiman

I’m not sure how nearly a month has passed since we’ve visited but somehow it has…

As for me, I’ve been working on all things balance and although I do mostly believe that “balance” is a myth, I have learned over time what my personal threshold is, and what I need in order to feel that I’m living well. For me personally, that includes pulling back and reacessing my commitments, eliminating clutter, surrounding myself with people who give as much as they take, AND making pleasure top priority. There truly is an art to doing absolutely nothing and being ok with that. :)

Anyway, when I’m not doing “nothing” which really mostly means cooking for, mediating fights between, cleaning up after, and driving to hell and back for those I adore most, I’m usually hard at work trying to push out a second book. In my quest for “balance” and in order to put out my very best work, I’ve decided to delay the release of Breaking Bedrock until a little bit later this winter. To those of you who are waiting (rather impatiently!) for it and aren’t shy about letting me know (I love you and thank you) it truly sucks to let you down. But I do promise that it will be all the better for the delay.

In other news, I am over the moon, grateful to have hit #19 in Romantic Suspense on the Amazon Bestseller List and #45 in Suspense last week. So thank you all for that. I’ve already waxed poetic about the readers and the bloggers over on FB , so I’ll spare you here. But really, thank you all. ;)

If you haven’t yet read Bedrock (seriously, what are you waiting for? ;)) it’s on sale via all major retailers through this Sunday and is just $0.99 in ebook form. Buy links can be found here.

Also, I’ll be signing books at the Texas Book Festival on 10/26/13 from 3-4 pm in The Writer’s League of TX booth. There are a few other events coming up as well as a signing that BookPeople is setting up which I hope to let you know about soon. In addition, I’m doing lots of book club appearances and while I unfortunately can’t be everywhere, I’m so thankful for an awesome little invention otherwise known as Skype.

Oh and one more thing…for anyone considering following a dream or who simply want some tremendously good advice on life…I absolutely LOVE this. Every. Single. Bit. Of. It. So much goodness here. Then again, I have a thing for commencement speeches, probably because I never graduated from higher ed, and if I’m being honest, I have to say that I seriously want to slap some sense into a few kids in this video who look like they’re so “over it.” I want to scream “Wake up! Listen to what he’s saying and be grateful for where you are!!! Oh and P.S. you snotty little brat, even if your parents didn’t take out a second mortgage just to afford for you to be sitting here, they still could’ve done so much with the money they put into their belief in you. I really do apologize for slapping you. You can thank me later. Now, wake up. Oh… and then go make good art.” I know…I know…it’s a sore spot. Clearly. :-)

 

“I hope you will have a wonderful year, that you’ll dream dangerously and outrageously, that you’ll make something that didn’t exist before you made it, that you will be loved and that you will be liked, and that you will have people to love and to like in return. And, most importantly (because I think there should be more kindness and more wisdom in the world right now), that you will, when you need to be, be wise, and that you will always be kind.” ― Neil Gaiman

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So What. Who Cares.

“Quitting is not giving up, it’s choosing to focus your attention on something more important. Quitting is not losing confidence, it’s realizing that there are more valuable ways you can spend your time. Quitting is not making excuses, it’s learning to be more productive, efficient and effective instead. Quitting is letting go of things (or people) that are sucking the life out of you so you can do more things that will bring you strength.” 
― Osayi Osar-EmokpaeImpossible Is Stupid

I don’t know why it is that I’m thinking in lyrics these days but Pink’s “So What” came to mind and thus the title of this post. Or… I could’ve just as easily gone with “I’ve got 99 problems but you ain’t one of them.” ;)

I couldn’t figure out what I wanted to write about today because I knew that another post about love just might send some of you over the edge. So there’s this, instead:

Today I decided to be a quitter. And also that it’s perfectly ok. Absolutely freeing, really.

Lately, I just can’t seem to get my act together to do the things I’m “supposed” to do. You know how it is. There’s something on the calendar or the to do list that you just keep shifting from one day to the next…until before you know it you look up and a month (or more) has gone by and there it is still staring you in the face. Well, for me, there are about 20 items that have continuously been shifted over the past few months. So what do I do? I decide that I need to add just one more thing and of course, uh, you know, I’m sure that this time it’s going to be THE thing that kicks my ass in to gear. And just like that I’ve enrolled myself in two intensive training programs that are certain to do the trick. Until the smarter less logical side of my brain kicks in: But it’s summer!! The days are long. And life is short. Play. Have fun. Yada. Yada. Yada. I know it’s right… but what I don’t get is how the logical side is so damned good at making me feel bad about it.

So, here I am on the fourth (or is it fifth?) day of this training program where four of the five emails have gone unread and the videos unwatched, thinking...so what, who cares. Obviously, these things aren’t all that important or I would’ve done them, right? Right?!?

Then I realize…I am SO over making myself feel bad about the stuff I don’t want to do, the people I don’t want to see, and the meetings I don’t care to take. So, this morning when this little nugget of pure wisdom landed in my inbox, I knew that not only was I meant to read it…but that I’m clearly on the right track. :)

“Life has a much bigger plan for you. Happiness is a part of that plan. Health is a part of that plan. Stability is part of that plan. Constant struggle is not.” Kris Carr

What else is there but love?

“I’ve been making a list of the things they don’t teach you at school. They don’t teach you how to love somebody. They don’t teach you how to be famous. They don’t teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don’t teach you how to walk away from someone you don’t love any longer. They don’t teach you how to know what’s going on in someone else’s mind. They don’t teach you what to say to someone who’s dying. They don’t teach you anything worth knowing.” ― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones

Since I’m still only inclined to write about love (because really what else is there?!?) I thought that instead of making you gag myself I’d share something from someone who says it a trillion times more eloquently than I ever could. And oh number 5…well, I’m pretty certain it says it best.

“When you speak, write or create, you act like it’s your job to make mind-blowing, passionate love to whatever idea it is that drives the project you’re working on at the time.”

Check out this little piece of brilliance: 10 things I love about you.  I hope it makes you smile too and/or gag just a little…it’s good for you. ;)

Sunshine…on a cloudy day.

“It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

I could write about books or book tours or book sales…or any number of things, I guess. But the only thing I’m truly inclined to write about is love. Love. Love. LOVE. :) I’m so happy these days, over the moon, really. Summer is absolutely my favorite time of year. It has always been the time when I’m most myself…if that makes any sense. Anyway, I’ll spare you (just a little) and write about kindness and acts of service instead. I posted this on my personal FB profile and thought I’d share here, too.

This year there was one safety patrol kid in particular at my sons elementary school who was my favorite. Every time my car landed in his spot and he opened or closed the car door for my son, I felt like we lucked out. Always smiling, he just had the best energy. It didn’t matter if it was the crack of dawn or afternoon, rain or shine, cold or hot…the kid was happy to see you. I embarrassed my kids by acting foolish on the days we lucked out and for always telling the boy he was my favorite safety patrol. Today, as he was leaving the school (no longer on duty, they passed the baton) he tapped on my window to tell me goodbye- he’s moving on to middle school. Long story short…sometimes it’s the small gestures that make our days special. They all add up and our lives become a sum of them. You never know how or when someone will make your days a little sweeter by their acts of service. Maybe it’s silly… but that kid was an inspiration to me daily. I hope my foolishness let him know as much.