It's almost one in the morning and I find myself here surrounded by amazing
women in my life. Some of you I have met face to face, and some of
you...not yet. And yet I know each and every one of you as you post and
share the essence of who you are with me. For all of it, I
thank-you. I have tears running down my face as I sit here humbled by the
meaning of my life for me. How truly magnificent is my life.
My life is so full and meaningful. I delight in just about everything
that I can and can't think of. I wake up and I know...there is yet another
incredible day a head of me. I make my way to my office and I get excited
about what I may discover when I check the phone messages and...I delight when
there are none. In the chaos and the stillness of the night, I can find a
reason to marvel and I do.
A state of being does that for me.
A few minutes ago I was wrapping a very special gift for my daughter.
I have tears again as I know that she will look at the inscription in 25-50
years and she'll remember the night we watched Julie and Julia. We laughed
we cried and marvelled at the joy that life and cooking can bring you. The
key to success if anyone were to ask me? Just have fun! :)
So Meagan (my daughter) has loved cooking since she was about one.
Yes, one. :) She started walking at seven months and I have pictures
of her before she's one standing on a chair in front of the counter holding an
egg getting ready to break it into the bowl. So...she is a chef by heart
and in my heart. Although she is 13, she has said for a few years now that
she would love to become a chef.
Tonight while everyone was sleeping, I crept upstairs ever so quietly to
retrieve my 'special' silver foil wrap. I smiled as I came down stairs
with great anticipation as I delighted in knowing the excitement I had simply by
the thought of what I was about to wrap, would emanate from the core of her
being Christmas day. Every year I get something for Meagan that is very
special that is shared between us. This year in silver foil, green
metallic ribbon and red metallic bow, will find 'Mastering the Art of French
Cooking, Volume I by Julia Child.
As I write I'm sitting here smiling and excited as I know she will be so
excited. My heart is so filled with love and admiration for the little
girl who sleeps above me in her room. I don't think that I'll ever shake
the love that I have and hold for her and I know that I never want to.
With tears streaming my face, I know that there is a love that emanates
from me and a caring that I have for so many people in my life and I don't have
to know your history, what you do for a living and I already know that I love
who you are. If I offer nothing else to my daughter and everyone in my
life, this is what I want to give and share with others.
Life is so meaningful to me and I know that there were times in my life
when it didn't feel so meaningful not in the least bit. It seems as the
days go by, I have more and more a sense of appreciation for who we are and what
we have to offer each other. Tomorrow...I'm wearing a bow cause...I'm a
gift. I smile as I write that because I'm thinking I'm probably going to wear a bow. And I know
that in this moment and in this breath, Louise, Sandy, Marie, Lisa, Naomi,
Rolanda, 'my' Lisa and man the list can go on....wait....Lynn...can't forget you
:) you know I'll wear a bow and think of you and don't forget...I'll be
singing.
And so tonight...this morning being that it's Christmas Eve, I send you all
a huge hug and....may I offer a suggestion to you? Where a bow tomorrow because you are all a gift and I marvel that
you are all in my life.
Mahalo and hugs to all of you for 'being' in my life.
Amy
"Only she who engages the absurd, can manifest the outrageous!"