Love the insight. I have no earthly idea how "awesome" became a thing. Anyway, one of the strongest ties that bind is seeing the life similarly. And that can happen regardless of surface differences. Thanks for the rich comment.
My dad liked to sing happy birthday to me. One year he called (I was not young and neither was he), sang, and then asked if I was going to cry. I laughed, and said, why? Because when you were young, and I did that you always cried.
I don’t remember that, but I believed him. I’m also an introvert, and I’ve never liked having attention focused on me. It feels awkward. But, I’m also friendly, and I do very well one on one. I like people, and I put effort into being someone who makes others comfortable. Still, I need time alone.
Your stories make me smile. We see life similarly, and I’m betting I’m never going to see you write or hear you say “awesome.” How did that become a “thing?”
Love the insight. I have no earthly idea how "awesome" became a thing. Anyway, one of the strongest ties that bind is seeing the life similarly. And that can happen regardless of surface differences. Thanks for the rich comment.
I SO look forward to reading 📖 your thoughts 💭
As Anne has said I find myself smiling as I read through your thoughts...
I usually save yours to read last...
I have always believed in ‘saving the best for last’!
I am on a bus with about 40 people & in about 4 days we have ALL become friends with everyone!
We just left Sarasota Springs, New York heading toward Palmyra, NY.
I am am extroverted/Introvert who loves people and their stories.
I make friends everywhere I go...Heavenly Father has blessed me with this gift.
I have best friends in every store I shop at home...
I love that as you talked w/your new friend you were able to meet heart 💜 to heart and share!
I KNOW that is what our lives are supposed to be about!
Thank for for sharing your heart ♥️ with those of us who are wise enough and blessed to read your words!!!
As always, thanks for the love!
My dad liked to sing happy birthday to me. One year he called (I was not young and neither was he), sang, and then asked if I was going to cry. I laughed, and said, why? Because when you were young, and I did that you always cried.
I don’t remember that, but I believed him. I’m also an introvert, and I’ve never liked having attention focused on me. It feels awkward. But, I’m also friendly, and I do very well one on one. I like people, and I put effort into being someone who makes others comfortable. Still, I need time alone.
Your stories make me smile. We see life similarly, and I’m betting I’m never going to see you write or hear you say “awesome.” How did that become a “thing?”