The Yankees are going to the World Series! I watched the game yesterday in excitement. Hits and homeruns and dazzling catches. And. For once. In such a long time -- our National Anthem was sung beautifully in its absolute ORIGINAL form. No pompous personal flourishes or "tweaking" or variations in notes and pitches. It was our Star Spangled Banner in its true glory. It was stunning and tears welled up in my eyes.
I bought a journal with a lavish yet simple red-brown leather cover. A heart is grooved into the front cover. Lovingly crafted in Italy. I saw this journal a few weeks ago in the bookstore and desired it. And now it is mine. There is nothing so exquisite as toting around your own little notebook with thoughts and doodles cascading around every edge of the papers that are enclosed within.
Yesterday I dreampt that I felt my baby kick inside my belly. Those vaguely familiar and thrilling movements shocked me and stamped a huge grin upon my lips. I grabbed Matt's hand and quickly placed it where I felt the kicking and squirming. It was a lovely dream...and soon I hope to feel those growing feet and hands awakening my senses.
Bad dreams taint my sleeping hours as well and I wake up in relief (and after one particular dream, I awoke and broke down into tears -- a group of male co-workers from the bookstore were in my backyard and one of them apparently snatched one of my old paper journals. He and the others taunted me and were about to light it up in burning flames. I yelled and screamed desperately, saying that Matt would punish him/them if they did it. I screamed for my father as well to help me. I stared at my journal in his hands and was so scared that those memories would soon be forever lost, vanishing into ashes. I cried out, "DADDY!!!" and that was the exact moment I awoke. And cried terribly. Matt was sleeping next to me and awakened. He comforted and held me close as I told him the dream.). I felt so safe in his arms.
I miss my online friends. You know who you are.
And I am boiling water in preparation for a simple meal of beef-soup-flavored ramen noodles. Perhaps some crispy salami sandwiches later.
And I love Matt and David. And our baby.
I am grateful for my blessings.