When she sings “How He Loves”
(My sweet friend, Jenn Silver)
So. Very. Thankful.
#18 my oncologist, Dr. Lower, and all the amazing cancer ass kicking staff of Ohio Hematology Care. Yesterday, I had my 3-month check-up. Everything seems peachy, and although I wait for the blood tests to arrive by snail, no news is good news.
#19 my breast surgeon, Dr. Stahl, and her cancer ass kicking side-kick nurse, Rita. Today, I had my 6-month check up. There were no peas in the pod.
#20 holidays from doctor’s appointments.
#21 lunch with my chemo sis-tahs, Shelly and Julie.
#22 and #23 Two thumbs up and a clean bill of health, for 3 and 6 months, respectively.
#14 Vineyard Cincinnati
#15 Sushi Sunday
#16 Fish Eye Chardonnay
#17 Reese’s Peanut Butter Hearts
#11 1 Shared Large Popcorn (heck yeah, butter-easy throughout) and Coke
#12 a Movie (Green Hornet, in 3D no less)
#13 3D Glasses!
Two thumbs up. All in all, a Great/Grateful Saturday Afternoon Matinee with Mr. Incredible and Spidermatt.
#2 Sleeping in. Waking up in a cloud = my bed.
#3 Rainbow Row Coffee brewing in the Evanshire after visiting my sister. (www.charlestoncoffeeexchange.com)
#4 is 4 a 4-mile walk/talk with a good friend.
#5 Brainstorming at the Vineyard Cincinnati Creative Team Meet-up on the third Tuesday of every month.
#6 Project 365 and my Instagram App.
#7 A Giggling Daisy.
I really should be counting sheep right now. It’s not even February 14 anymore, and yet Valentine’s Day and I linger, awake, and waiting on the sun-to come out and play. I could take up and read a book, but there’s a book I read recently that won’t let me go. In one sense it woke me up; in another it won’t let me sleep. Which is what I call a good read.
To me, a good read is a gift and this one is like a thousand gifts. Kind of like a nesting set of boxes. You open one, and there’s another one inside. And another one inside. And another one. And another. And… to the point it feels like there must be a thousand boxes and a thousand gifts. So many to open, ooh and ahh at-so much fun. It would be way too easy to lose count if I didn’t write them all down. Kind of like when I’m counting sheep… sometimes I drift off. So while I lie awake, I thought I’d open the first #1 a dare to count the ways He loves me. This isn’t just any old dare. It’s wrapped up in the truth. Truth or dare? Yes. Please and thank you.