Today is my birthday! My cake arrived yesterday. I've already had three pieces. I love this cake.
I've noticed that in blogland that birthdays are often celebrated with posts about things they have learned about life. Well I've got things. Things I've learned. Lots of 'em. Once upon a time I was going to write a book. A book called 10 Things I Learned Before Oprah Said Them. I still might. So I'm going to save most of my insightful life secrets.
But today, in honor of my birthday, I'm going to tell you one. Just one. Life secret. Here it is.-
People don't love you because you are perfect. That's it. If you have spent more than two hours with someone, they don't love you because you are perfect.
I mean, my sister loves me. I'm an Oklahoma Sooner. She's an Oklahoma State Cowboy. That's a big deal in her books. It took her years to reconcile this, but she loves me anyway. She also gets really on edge when I come to her house and "look around." You know, that "look around" that creative crazy people do when they sit in a room. That "look around" that to me means, "wow that's really cool" or "man, I love that color." To her it feels like "why doesn't she fix that?" or "that would look better if...." Even though I helped her conceptualize much of the way her house looks, she finds it challenging to see me get that glazed look in my eye. And I try really hard NOT to get that glazed look in my eye. Because I love her too. Even though she isn't perfect.
And The Reader loves me. Even though I'm an over-doer. She wants to make oreo truffles to eat. I want to make oreo truffles that are perfectly formed and dipped in white chocolate, then decorated with milk chocolate and put carefully into decorative paper cups. She wants to go for a walk. I want to go for a six mile walk. Of course she doesn't mind me being an over-doer when I go to three different stores to find the 6 kinds of apples I want to make her an apple pie. So she loves me.
And then there's Mr. Quirky. Just for your information, Mr. Quirky would be more accurately described as Mr. Somewhat. Because he is somewhat funny - and somewhat patient - and somewhat laid back. and somewhat quiet, and somewhat - well whatever. But he loves me. Madly. Even though I'm not perfect. Even though I have projects strewn form one side of his precious extra deep, two and a half car garage to the other. Even though my stashes are stashed all over the basement and sometimes are stashed for two or three years before I use them for anything. Even though I put my workout clothes on in the morning and wear them all day through exercise, projects, gardening, and wear a pony tail all day. Even though I only put things away about 50% of the time. And when I do put things away, I can't remember where I put them. And he has to find them. For me. Even though I have at least 5 pairs of shoes strewn across the office, dining room and living room at all times. Even though I leave the hose out after I water the back garden and he has to put it away after two days and by that time it's time to water the back garden again. Even though I look at him after a long day of projects and ask him where he is going to fix dinner.....Jimmy John's, Panera, pizza...
Got it? So the next time you are on your last nerve or getting all butt hurt over how someone you love is acting.....remember, just remember, that this person loves you. And that those people who love you are to be treasured. I am grateful for the people who love me. Very, very, very grateful. I will spend my 54th birthday appreciating them. And finishing my china cabinet. And eating cake.
Make something wonderful today!