Facta Non Verba

"Deeds, not words"- (12th Field Artillery Regiment motto)

Tonight I'm supposed to be writing thank you notes...to people I've never met, for donations
they made in honor of a very sick little girl. I am the Public Relations Coordinator for this little girls fundraiser- and a host of responsibilities come along with such a job.

It's interesting that most of my "deeds" actually center on "words". Creating letters, making brochures, fliers, and hand-outs for any and every event to raise money for this baby's transplant- a triple organ transplant at that.

It's not a thank-less job...the look on her Grandmothers face every time I see her is worth more than gold in my heart. I am blessed to have healthy kids- who will in all likelyhood live to be old people with Grandchildren of their own. This baby will be lucky if she lives at all.

This blog is about doing things that matter. It's about becoming a better person, about the journey I'm on to become the best possible version of myself.
I'm learning Latin. I'm reading books on intimacy and mid-life awakenings. I'm studying the long relationships of my life- the ones I've been in for 20 years or longer. What do those relationships say about me?

That I'm real. I'm real flawed. I'm real flawed, but I do my best...usually.
I say yes to passion, and I say yes to security...sometimes those things do not go hand in hand.
I love deeply and wide- but I'm not a touchy feely kind of person. I look fluffy on the outside- but I'm totally practical on the inside. Form MUST follow function. I have no use for cutesy stuff, unelss it's a cow of some sort. I hate to iron anything. I love letters in the mail. I think kids should have structure and discipline, and I think they need goof-off time too...and I think Adults are no different.

At least I'm not.

Time for me to write some more thank you notes~