Mush
2004-09-11, 3:51 p.m.

Today's fortune:

There is no shame in calling in sick.

No, but who does a mom get to call? Far worse than the illness is the carnage left behind for a recovering mom to clean up, created by an unsupervised family. Take an aspirin and buck up, you'll be far healthier in the long run.

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Hubby and I just finished watching "Father of the Bride", the one with Steve Martin and Diane Keaton. A couple of things struck us about it. First, how their personalities are so us. The writers must have crafted those characters and their oh-so-human traits after spying on us for awhile. Second, how life goes on. Just a few years ago we would have identified with the glowing newlyweds, but today it's the parents to whom we are closer. The relationship that's comfy and familiar like a favorite sweatshirt and jeans, loving each other both in spite of and because of each others' characters.

Love and being in love are two different things. "In love" is more chemical, a rush of hormones and serotonin and other body chemistries that brings two people together, desperate to cling to each other every waking moment, two happy post-it notes stuck to the same page. Stuck, but not cemented.

Love is different. Love is quiet confidence. The confidence that you are good enough to be loved. The confidence that the other person is there for you. It's trust, insight, and security. The first part of love is loving yourself, so that you are secure enough to give without fear. After that, most things fall into place.

Wishing all of you today love and the confidence to find it, if you haven't already.

Now you know what mushy movies do to me. *sniff*

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