Saturday, February 13, 2010

8 Hearts


Tomorrow is Valentine's Day. Thats what it says on the calendar. I have drawn a red heart on February 14th for the last 8 years. I've gone to the card store and bought two cards every year for all 8 of those years. Yes, two cards. I always buy one funny one and one serious one. I give the funny one to Juergen first, then the serious one. It's just the way i roll.

Two cards a year for 8 years equals 16 cards. I've done the math. But today, I was thinking about the hearts...the red hearts on the calendars. Putting that heart on the calendar says, "this is the day I give you my heart." But today, as I was thinking about those little red hearts, it occurred to me that I give him my heart every day. This man that I love consumes my thoughts from the time I wake up in the morning until I fall asleep at night. I have him wrapped around every blood vessel in my body. He is a part of my being, as important to me as my ability to breathe. It would be easier to lose a limb than to live without him. One day set aside to gift my heart is not nearly enough. I give it to him as if it's the first time every single day.

So lets do more math. One heart, every day, for 8 years. 365 days times 8. Plus two leap years. Let's see now, carry the 4, then the 5, add the 2 leap days...2,922. 2,922 little red hearts.

I'm going to need a bigger calendar.

Friday, February 5, 2010

The Sun Has A Dark Side


My friends all think they know me. They always say how funny i am and how happy i always seem to be. I do come across that way 99% of the time. Im in the service industry and i have to. Im a caregiver and i have to. Im all things to all people and i have to. But inside im not always that way. Ive fought depression most of my life. Usually i win. Sometimes it does. Those are the days i stay in my bathrobe and dont go out. The days i want to go to sleep and stay asleep all day because it all goes away when im sleeping. Sometimes its all i can do to haul myself out of bed and go to work. Even the people and things i love the most cant get me past it. And thats too much pressure to put on a person anyway. So i curl up under the covers and hide until responsibility hammers at me too hard to ignore. Then i get up, get dressed, and go be all things to all people again.