MOOSHY FACE ON A TUESDAY

I'm filled with love and mooshiness today for all of you and this thing of ours.

It started with your lovely comments about me and my neurotic tendencies to fret over my stitching, continued with more lovely notes from friends both near and far, and then put me right over the top with the receipt of some surprise gifts of stitchy kindness.

So I tried to explain it to my Jersey Boy, but instead of doing just that, I ended up on the floor on the living room in a big fat puddle of tears over how completely overwhelmed I get by the love and super-human goodness in our community.

(I was on the floor because I had been sitting there sorting through stuff from the underbed box.  Fear not, my friends.  I haven't actually fallen to the floor in over a week and a half!  Progress!)

(He thought I was nuts, looked at the calendar to see if maybe, just maybe it was a "special week" and then listened patiently as I fumbled my way through trying to articulate just how incredibly grateful I feel to be included.)

Friends, Dearies, sisters, brothers...today I celebrate each and every single one of you.  Whether we've met in person, or via email, or through a comment on this here blog, or on Flosstube, or even at the Martin's in the canned pea aisle...today I celebrate you.  I celebrate your humor and kindness and compassion and generosity and talent and wisdom and even your quirks (if, like me, you happen to be afflicted with such).  

(I even celebrate dear demented Betty, who reared her ugly head overnight with a simply awful email about my crappy little apartment, my twisted personality, my fake boyfriend, and my "dead dog".)

(Oh, Betty...how I missed you so.  Thanks for checking in to tell me you still hate my guts.)

(Rock on...Betty.  Rock on.)

Life is beautiful indeed, and I can't believe my luck in getting to live it with you.  Thank you for being the best part of the ride....wooooooohooooooo!