shoe boxes

I have a friend who always gives me presents in a shoe box. It is one of my favorite things about her. There’s something special about receiving a gift that has already held something in it, that person choosing to give that container to you. Especially shoe boxes. Something that held a new pair of something that allows the body to go someplace.

I love gift giving. Love it. My favorite gift to give is my time. When I’m in Minnesota, I spend most of my time with my mom, so much so that going someplace without her feels empty. I spent a near three hours at the DMV, waiting and watching and holding my bladder without my mom. I kept thinking how much sillier it would be if she was there with me. When we were driving home sweaty and smelly from a max-out your buns class, ABBA broke through our fog, dancing and sharply screaming “take a chance on me”. I looked over at my mama, this little lady who has sacrificed her hands for me, and was truly awed. Awed by mamas who carry babies inside and outside of themselves for their entire lives. Awed by the mamas who care with their entire heart, who would toss themselves in front of any bully, any word, any weapon for their mini-me’s. What a love.

happy day to the warriors.