Reflection

Sometimes, we get so wrapped up in the seemingly massive upsets that pummel our minds that we can only focus on the negative. Sometimes we even throw tantrums, whether inwardly or for the whole world to see and hear. Today was one of those days. Matters not what I was upset about, but it SEEMED the most important issue at hand in the moment.

Then, my husband reminded me to "just breathe", and that he'd help in anyway I needed. Then, he tweeted a throwback photo from five years ago with the sweetest one-liner and a heart. In that instant, I was reminded what really matters, day in and day out.

The laundry wouldn't wash itself. The dishes wouldn't go floating about the kitchen Cinderella-style and clean themselves. The messes that *poof* appear on a daily basis from a household of seven wouldn't magically disappear themselves back from whence they came. Yet, as the mundane crises of a homemaker, homeschooler and home-based writer piled up, it was all I could focus on. It wrecked my patience and poise for the entire day. I'm sure my kids were conjuring images of the Wicked Witch of the West as I melted down in my puddle of frustration.

Hair appointment! Crap! Gotta go!
With all the fires left to put out weighing on my mind, my fairy hair mother gave me reprieve from the challenges of the day and week, and an uncommon chance to escape the galloping horsemen of the queendom. It was after verbally vomiting my problems onto my stylist that Anthony sent a singularly powerful image that whooshed away the pestering problems that only this spiraling Aspie could manage to turn into impenetrable mountains of doom. There we were, Newport, Rhode Island, in the snow, his strong arms and hands pulling me in for a tender kiss. The photographer, a fellow coffee shop patron who offered one random act of kindness to capture the moment, her composition was perfect. She captured through the aperture the one thing most difficult to arrest...love.

One photo in still frame spoke volumes to me that a million books could never immaculately conceive, no matter the author. Real. True. Love.

Thank you to our random kind person that day, whoever and wherever you are. Your seemingly inconsequential moment in our lives immortalized a moment we can never go back in time to re-live, yet we have it still, to re-mind us what's really important.

Upon returning home, the messes seemed smaller than I had built them up in my mind to be. The laundry wasn't as unmanageable as I had made it. The piles of dishes and puppy poo were just little landmines with perfectly capable teenagers to disarm them for me. All it took was one photo to stop me in my tracks and calm the raging tempest of a runaway mind, to still the air in my lungs so I could "just breathe."

Here's to you, that whatever mountains and horsemen and landmines life is throwing at you today, that you find that one thing that helps you "just breathe" from someone you live and breathe for.

Love you all, and hope your weekend is full of Like, Love and In Love moments.

LLIL,
Lynessa