It’s no wonder that, though strong, my spirit has not felt lighthearted for quite a while. I’ve felt strictly confined for so long that I often forget to remember to feel grateful whenever my body parts function as they’ve been designed. Though feeling grateful had proved enough following several serious hospitalizations, over the first year and a half of my illness, here’s what I know myself to be in need of now—fun! And a self-prescribed sense of fun will surely be shared each time Ravi scampers across the threshold of our front door as her imaginative enthusiastic reaction to everything lights up every room in our home after we’d been separated by an Arcadia door for more than a year!
Last week, we played together on my bed, twice. Both times, upon readying herself to go home, my grand daughter ran back to hug me, three times. And each time Ravi said, I love you, Gramma, my strength of spirit reflected the lightheartedness of my reply: I love you to ... and then I’d pause so Ravi could say ... the moon and back!
When asked, during a FaceTime call with her Uncle David, how she felt playing inside our house for the first time in a year, Ravi replied: I was happy! And so excited, my head exploded!
Me too.
🙋🏻♀️🎈Annie
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