Wednesday, September 17, 2014

How I know You Love Me

I had two moments of being reminded that I'm loved yesterday.

First, I was chatting with a friend who I consider family (and she considers me family as well).  You know we're both "grown up" because we spend way too much time talking about our various ailments and doctor appointments.  I mentioned that my doctor was troubled by recent tests and is sending me to see a specialist.  (joy.)  Her immediate reaction was to offer up one of her internal organs for transplant.  Or bone marrow, if that's needed.  She didn't think so, but just in case.

Second, while watching our Tuesday night appointment television, a commercial came on for the Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day movie.  I looked at the Phenom and said "THEY RUINED IT!!"  The Phenom said he'd known about the movie for a couple of months now and had tried to shield me from learning about it.  He knew I wouldn't be happy.  I love that book.  Almost as much as I love The Monster at the End of This Book.

I'm feeling the love . . . even if I'd rather not take your organs or will boycott a movie on principal.

Youtube of Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.

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