I can't get into facebook. ITS REALLY BUGGING ME!
I'll stop yelling now.
The other day a girlfriend called to share a funny/strange story with me. The thing she discovered, in contemplating an exchange she shared with someone in her world, is there is no original thought when it comes to communicating our emotion. We totally enjoyed the idea, and laughed for the cheesy factor in a statement of love or emotion. For example, there are a million mom's who take a photo of their beloved baby with a messy face, wearing heels, or in the bath. "How adorable!" Because, really, it is adorable. And there could be a stamp made to express our love to Mom, Sister, Lover, Friend. Something you personalize with your signature only. The signature is yours, but what about your name? Mine is Jenny. Jen. Jennifer. It doesn't specifically identify the person I am. When I place pen to paper and scratch out my name, Jenny translates to me alone. So our declarations of love and devotion, captured images of those we love and adore, the songs/poems/movies we associate with our images of personal connections may all sound exactly the same. "You are more than any daughter could hope for! My sister, my friend. I love you forever my dearest. Thank you a million times over for your support and laughter." Except that it is my voice in her ear. Shared laugh lines. My kiss on his cheek. My arm on your shoulder. This is what makes those unoriginal words and sentiments organic and true. Your sigh in my ear, your pen writing my address, the treats you fed him on his breath, the messy face God delivered(and the face you anxiously await) for you to tend. It is you. It is me. Your heart is true, the sentiment your own. Your personal relationship revealed, replenished, revitalised, revisited, repaired, retired, rededicated, reclaimed! I am feeling it, baby!