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Love Is What It’s All About

My word for 2018 is LOVE. I want to love myself, love my neighbor, love my friends, and love my enemies.

I don’t know how I’m going to accomplish this. But here’s what I know so far:

I’m working on self-care. I’m discovering my favorite new things, and relearning old favorites. Reading a great book. Sweating so hard at the gym I can’t think about anything else. Catching up with a friend. Drinking all the coffee. Learning to be more like Jesus through his biblical teachings. Stepping outside my comfort zone into new challenges. Practicing loving myself, because I often don’t think I’m worthy (although it’s been much better lately, I have work to do.)

I’m searching for ways to be kind to my neighbors, not just the people in my neighborhood, you know the people that you meet when you’re walking down the street (shout out to Sesame Street). I’m talking about all humans being my neighbor. I know I have biases and prejudices, but I’m learning to see and understand the world from others’ points of view. And it’s hard. And sometimes I don’t want to do it. But like Glendon Doyle Wambach says, “We can do hard things.” And I’m stepping up.

I’m telling family and close friends, everyone in my world whom I love, that I love them. I don’t care if they find it awkward or weird, I want them to know they are loved. And I love them. We don’t tell the people who are most significantly in our lives how much they mean to us, and I’m stopping this failure to communicate now. If I say these words to you, I mean it. No need to say it back (although it feels wonderful to be told I am loved).

Finally, I’m trying to figure out how to love my enemies. The people who simply don’t care about me and my clan. The ones whose thought processes are entirely foreign to my own. How did Jesus love those who persecuted and hated him? Clearly, it’s because he’s of God, as his son. But humans are made in God’s image so we can love our enemies, too. Right? Someone tell me the secret of how to do this. I can’t figure it out. But I’m going to try.

There’s too much hate and nastiness in the world right now, so I’m going to focus on my love. I cannot control other people, I can only control myself. And I hope that’s enough.

Happy Birthday, Grandma!

This year, my mom celebrated her birthday with us, and I think she had a great day! My parents, Henry, and I headed out to Busch Gardens to play despite it being five-thousand degrees outside because we have passes courtesy of my sis-in-law, Amanda, who works for the company. It is super nice because we don’t have to spend all day there trying to cram everything in, and can take time to enjoy and focus on seeing only a portion of the park. 
This visit, we saw a few types of birds on our way to the Sesame Street Safari of Fun (http://seaworldparks.com/en/buschgardens-tampa/attractions/other-attractions/sesame-street-safari-of-fun/). Henry loved the pink flamingos sunning themselves by a pond, and my dad loved the toucans who were goofily flying about. When we reached our main target for the day, Sesame Street, Henry was in heaven. He hugged and high-fived Big Bird, and rode a few kiddie rides solo and with me. I think he liked Rosita’s Djembe Fly Away the best. But not as much as he liked the Elmo Rocks show, where he watched Elmo, Zoe, Bert, Ernie, and Cookie Monster rock out to classic rock songs and he danced along with them. It started pouring halfway through the show, so we had a 10 minute or so intermission, but the Sesame Street gang came back out and finished, slipping and sliding a bit on the stage. The giant thunderstorm prevented us from riding more rides or seeing any animals besides the birds, but Henry loved racing in his stroller through the park steered by Grandpop and getting wet in the process. The adults were just happy to be home afterwards, dry, and napping. 



We finished the day with a family birthday dinner at Cody’s Roadhouse since my mom wanted steak (her favorite), and the Walbolt’s joined us, too. Henry had a blast with both sets of grandparents at the same time, and we all had an enjoyable dinner time.