Yesterday I realised: I’m getting better at it! I found myself brimming with love as I drove to the Saturday Farmer’s market. I reveled in loving my husband, still sleeping soundly in his bed behind me. But of course, that’s easy — a given. So I noticed that I love the way early morning sunlight gilds the Arkansas River as you drive beside it, down Riverside Drive. And I love that my niece got up early to keep her promise to herself to run 4 miles yesterday. But again, those aren’t hard things to love — beauty, family.
So I reached a little deeper. I love the way the guy who sells me peaches & melons & figs is happy to see me (I’ve been buying from him since he first set up shop several years ago). I love the dogs that snuffle each other as their owners eye berries & flowers & eggs. I love how it feels to put the top down on my car, and bask in the bright sunlight that will be incandescent in only a few hours. And again, I stop, because this is all EASY. How hard is it to love people who are glad to see you? Or playful dogs??
So here it is ~ my final list of 6 impossible things to love before breakfast:
- A middle-aged woman in a pristine Mennonite cap, briskly discussing her blackberries for sale.
- A would-be dogfight between a cock-sure mixed breed and an unimpressed Golden Retriever.
- Snow cones I don’t buy, in flavours like espresso, and cream soda (all natural!).
- The fact that my sister wanted me to join her for breakfast enough that she texted me at 6:30 a.m. Like I would be up reading a text at 6:30 a.m.!
- How even cranky drivers don’t really matter when the top’s down and the wind is blowing (great lesson, this one!).
- That smiling at someone who is obviously (and audibly!) having a bad day makes you feel good, even if it does no apparent good for the still-unhappy recipient.