i love buttercream frosting.

It's late. I should be sleeping. or finishing the placemats I designed in my head last night while I should have been sleeping. Or I should be prepping the sweet potatoes, or reading Food Network because I'm scared of cooking a turkey by myself. I dunno. Just stick the bird in the oven, right? Somehow it seems all too horribly simple.

I should be sleeping.

I keep the dictionary by my bed, because I like words. And I hate them; they make me nervous. So I study their meanings, their histories, their variances, their inferences, and instead of sleeping I practice speaking intelligently in my head. I pretend I'm having a really smart conversation. And then I fall asleep, because being smart is exhausting.

I feel distracted tonight by the word love. So I came to type fast about it {I like typing fast}.

It's a good strong word; I think the best ever actually. You don't have to be really smart to know that one. I love love.

I've pondered, analyzed, scrutinized, studied, and consumed that word. I want to plaster it on every wall. It's lovely.

It has more depth of meaning than I could ever conceive from a dictionary or written description. No picture painted or language spoken can lend pure comprehension to the point of mastery; love is divine. It was in the shortbread cookies with buttercream frosting this afternoon. And in the wiping and sweeping; in the time outs and tantrums; in the trying and crying. It's in me, not the dictionary.

And as I tried to tend to the tasks of the evening, aka sleep, I was distracted.

I love.

And I'm grateful.

{LaLa Love You by SparklePower}