Seven Sentences for Sunday: The Six Sentences and One Paragraph Edition

  1. On 90’s throwback weekends, the radio stations always use REM’s “Losing My Religion” and Soul Asylum’s “Runaway Train” as standbys. Better than Paula Abdul’s “Straight Up,” but still oh-so-predictable.
  2. In a final-straw effort to get Rhett to go to bed by himself, I told him to call on God when he is scared and He’ll send His angels down to be by his side and keep him from being afraid. He looked at me solemnly and said, “That’s fine, Mom, but I only want you.”
  3. His little sister clearly believes in angels, as she told me, “I had a stummyache but it’s all gone. It’s like an angel came down and got it and flew away with it.”
  4. My guy’s name is Sam. You will be hearing more about him and I will refer to him simply as Sam. Because I’m not the Honey-wunny-sugar-pie-schnookums-bottom type.
  5. I shall quote him often because he makes me laugh.
  6. “I was out of dog food, so I went to the store and got some wine.” –Sam. Swigging from the bottle over Facetime to make his point.
  7. Saying, “I love you,” for the first time is a pretty big deal. I’ve been known to throw it around a bit haphazardly, abiding by the Hard Rock Cafe credo of Love All, Serve All. While I still very much believe in that philosophy, I’ve taken a more conservative approach in my personal life lately. I thought I had it all very much under control until the other day when I was under the influence of some serious cold medication and was snuggled comfortably in Sam’s arms. As I drifted in and out of sleep, I mumbled incoherently and reaffirmed how much I loved his being tucked in his arm. And I may or may not have crossed the I love you bridge while high on Alka Seltzer Cold. Which is unfortunate because I have no clear memory one way or the other. If I didn’t, it was a very vivid dream in which I made this confession. Fortunately it was received well in my reverie. It hasn’t been repeated since, which lends itself to being a drug-induced dream, and there hasn’t been any awkwardness, which bodes well either way. I’m in no rush. I’m in touch with my feelings and he with his. When the time is right, the words will reflect what’s in our hearts and that milestone will be passed hopefully with lucidity and without the aid of over-the-counter medications. In the meantime, I’ll let him feed me the chocolate-dipped strawberries he made us, “just because.” Because for right now “just because” is just right.

I love you all, some more than others.

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