Here’s a confession:
I wear my tiara. A lot.
There. I said it.
OK. Maybe not on my head…but in my mind. Because let me tell you, I am one lucky girl.
That tiara makes me feel special. Even if just for the moment.
In my mind, I’m wearing it when a friend surprises me with a Pez dispenser.
When my mother emails me juicy mother/daughter gossip only we giggle at.
When I answer the phone and hear, “Hey, you busy?” and it’s the little girl I used to go swimming with at the country club. 35 years ago.
When my sister can barely breathe from laughing so hard and says, “You have to promise not to blog about this!”
When I get an instant message at work from a co-worker 3 hours away that says, “Put a weenie in any office plants lately?”
When I call that co-worker on the 4th floor and I’m in crisis mode and she says, “I’ll take care of it. For you.”
When Dad calls and says, “How about breakfast Saturday morning?”
When the lady in payroll visits my cube every other Wednesday, and we solve the worlds problems.
When the plant guy at the office (who I publicly profess to love even though he’s totally gay) prances by and says, “Hey sister, how’s it hanging?”
When the girl I met on the school bus back in the 4th grade, texts me with, “Lunch today?”
When my church ladies understand me. And tolerate me. In spite of me.
When I get a local magazine email forwarded to me from a way-high-up-the-food-chain-girl that says, “You should enter this.” And it’s a writing contest.
When the baby sister calls to see if I’m going to Mom & Dad’s for lunch on Sunday.
When my sister’s boyfriend (boyfriend. ridiculous title if you’re over 17.) leaves a note on my car thanking me for being me.
When I open my mailbox and there’s a card from the girl I met only 5 years ago at my very first job in Austin…but feel like I’ve known my whole life.
When that suit at the office on the 2nd floor tells me I’m a control-freak, while we’re in a meeting. With a genuine and approving smile.
When the very first follower of my blog stops by my cube…just to see Beyonce’. Who is my little metal chicken.
When that sweet girl back home answered so many questions about blogging before I started blogging, and when that sweet girl over in Australia shoots me comments on my blogging.
As well as that super cool girl in the Netherlands.
When the girl I get my makeup from, surprises me with lipgloss. And the best notes.
When that guy I begged to help me form a charity kickball team at work finally gives in and says “Fine. For you, I’ll do it.”
And I could go on and on.
I have lots and lots of good people in my life. Lots. And for that I am so thankful.
And all I can do is my best. My best to be doubly as good to them as they are to me.
Because they let me wear my tiara.