What Does Love Look Like?

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What does love look like? 

Here's how I see it: My lifelong bestie picking me up at 7:23 am (even though she is easily able to sleep in past 10:00) to spend 300 minutes keeping me laughing and totally distracted during my first round of chemo. And insisting on cutting off her hair with me this weekend!

Here's how I see it: Members of my devoted boob crew showering me with attention, including poignant prayers and an amazing talisman visit connecting me with my late parents. RMS peeps showing up in PINK on day one of my chemo, even though it definitely isn't everyone's personal favorite! ;)

Here's how I see it: My 25 yearlong bestie wrapping up Russ & me in her family holiday traditions for one of our most wonderful Thanksgivings ever. And always encouraging me with her zesty spirit and conviction that we can do hard things!

Here's how I see it: The light of my life fulfilling yet another tongue in cheek "make a wish" with fabulously classy cocktails in the Members Only lounge of my beloved Art Institute of Chicago!

And these are just the most recent sightings. The love my brother's family shone on me last month could fill up a whole blog all on its own. It's hard to stay too down in the dumps when love keeps showing its beautiful face in a million little (and pretty damn big) ways. I only hope, in due time, that I'll be radiating it in return tenfold. 




In Interlude,

Julie


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