If love was all you knew.

You ever wonder how you would be if love was all you knew? I am going to do that right now. So, starting in the morning, I wake up and think about how lucky I am to be alive. I desperately spring to my feet to find Cory and Celia and Genevieve. How beautiful they look. As my heart is racing, I wonder, what can I do for them. I could let them sleep because they look so angelic. Maybe I should go and make them breakfast, so they awake with the smell of pancakes wafting up the stairs. So I go downstairs and open the shades to let the light in. I pull together all the ingredients for pancakes, especially the chocolate chips and quiet as a mouse, I start cooking. Sure enough, it works like a charm, because just as I set the steaming pancakes on the table, three blurry-eyed girls wander into the breakfast area. Cory's face blossoms into a smile and quietly exclaims, "You made pancakes."

I could go on (should for my own sake) but you get it. It is easy to imagine love with your loved ones in your own home. But what about at the grocery store, at work, on the train. Would you, could you, in the rain?

Here I go. This is me imagining more.

As, I go out into the world, I see other drivers in other cars and I feel connected. They are just like me. I wonder if they are drinking coffee in the car or a protein shake. I smile at them even though they cannot see me. I am sure that if I smile hard enough, they will feel it.
I remember Celia, when she was a baby. Strolling her around in the mall, she would smile at people. I swear she thought she was magic. She would smile at others and they would smile back. She seemed to seek people out to effect.
At the grocery store, I actually stop at the stop signs and look for walkers. I don't get upset when I have to wait for the old lady to cross. I am grateful for the opportunity to block others for her as I get to experience her for one portion of a minute. The person behind me in line with two items, of course, gets to go in front of me. I ask the checkout person how her day is going, how her baby is and if her husband is feeling better after his surgery. "I hope you get to go home soon," I say with a smile because smiling is magical.

This is a boring read, but invigorating to think about. No one fell down. Nothing funny happened. No one made me angry and nothing bothered me. What would your day look like if you were only filled with love? We have to ponder these things. All invention started as a thought first. There are a lot of trite expressions to put here, but I think we need to live on purpose, not by accident.