- Coworker: You have a glow about you lately...you're always smiling.
- Me: ...life is beautiful.
My hair is kept clipped back to keep it out of my eyes, my Persols overtake my lil’ face, and I rarely leave my desk - so if you see me in the afternoon, I very likely won’t have any lipstick left on from when it was first applied in the morning. As if looks weren’t enough, my guys in the office call me The Hammer due to the serious, no-nonsense, hand I take in getting shit done.
All of this to say: I understand. I completely, wholeheartedly understand why a friend I work with saw the below photo of me on Facebook, and - with a dropped jaw - said, “You…you have EYES!!”
'Cause, listen darlin', I learned at a young age that you don't have to flaunt what you've got. It's a little like wearing lingerie - the knowledge that you've got it is enough.
The existence of the rainbow depends on the conical photoreceptors in your eyes; to animals without cones, the rainbow does not exist.
…so you don’t just look at a rainbow - you create it.
Someone please tell my darling of 5+ years that my life was meant to be a musical and that he should really keep that in mind when he proposes.
Also, please take away my access to Youtube…I just spent an hour watching flash mob proposals.
I received a monologue of an email from my Dad today, written after I told my Mom that even though I knew it was illogical, thinking of flying alone on 12/21/12 was randomly terrifying my soul.
My Dad, the man who has made me the confident woman I am today, ended his “let’s disprove this religiously and scientifically” letter with the following:
'You are the very daughter I dreamed of, longed for, and prayed to God about long before you were formed. You are my shining star, pride and joy, and my ever hopeful quest for a life fulfilled one day by grandchildren. You are my precious Angel, and through you, I am blessed.
With this in mind, do you think if there was the most remote possibility of anything bringing harm to you that I would not have already put an end to it?
My Angel. December 21, 2012 is a day that we will remember…because it is a day I get to pick you up at the airport in Alaska and hold you again. Otherwise, it is just another page to tear off your calendar.’
And you know…I actually believe he could stop an apocolypse from striking if it meant protecting me.