I spoke with Sacha yesterday, he is nine hours behind us. He told me that he is going to be the school mascot. And that he went to the Winter Ball. I asked him, was there anything I could send him? He replied, "Yeah, could you stuff our home and village in a box, and send it to me? And Annie's stuffed grape leaves too?"
(Photo: Sacha dressed as Santa's Elf, on the senior class float.)
Earlier in the day I spoke with Chelsea, who is eight hours ahead of us. She said, "It is so cold the river froze over, I am frozen over too. A group of us went to Guilin, the ricefields and landscape was beautiful!"
Lucky duck! I told her to buy insulated socks, warmer gloves and snow boots. She has a hat. Chelsea sighed, "I am terrible at shopping. You know mom you're my personal shopper.…for life."
Words spoken by my children such as these make me happy. Simple thoughts, that speak volumes, that they are okay… but also that they are thinking of us.
Grandoise sweeping praise repeated over and over has less impact.
But one word, or a few spoken words, go in deep.
A compliment that doesn't mean to be a compliment, words just spoken that feel like hugs and kisses that make one feel soft inside. Tender happiness.
Last night I had a dream about my father, he has been away for two years and nine months.
He was sitting in his favorite chair back home, I walked in and saw him. He looked up at me, and instantly I knew I was dreaming…I said to myself, "Do not wake up, focus on his face."
He looked right at me and smiled, "Corey you are doing very well, I am so proud of you."
I told him, "Thank you, I am." Then I walked slowly towards him, I wanted to hug him… But I woke up.
Have you had anyone say something to you recently, that made you happy inside?
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