I think a lot about what love is.
(I wanna know what love is…. I KNOW YOU CAN SHOW ME….)
Please continue singing that song in your head as you read this post. Just do it- it would make me happy.
The people that I love the most, that are family to me, are the ones that I can count on. The ones who let me invite myself over to their house, and always make a space for me to butt right in. One of those people in my life is Allison. We can go for a little while without talking, but really? She lets me barge in whenever I want.
And I am jonesing for a little barging, because this last month has busted my bawls. So I bought a plane ticket to Chicago and told her I am coming over. I just told her. I need to see you, foo’. And like she always does, she said yes. Come over! Stay as long as you want! You are always welcome!
You are always welcome. I love it when people really mean that.
Who lets you butt in, makes the effort, makes a space in their life just for you and never puts you off? You should go hug them so hard that their eyeballs pop out a little. Because that’s family.
Also? Chicago better not have snow when I get there or I will bust a cap on someone.