random tired little blond girl who should go to bed..

what inspires you?***
this is going to be a weird post..i can see it now.
haha your warned.
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so when I was 12 cleaning up after dinner at camp during my first year of "JR CIT"
I looked out the window at a group of kids laying on the lawn. one of the cabin leaders was what looked like biting her husbands toe. i was thoroughly confused. i was instructed to go take the tables clothes to the laundry room...as i walked by i saw she was biting her husbands toe nails.
i gagged.
but then heard her say..
"WHEN YOU LOVE SOMEONE...YOU LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THEM..EVEN THEIR TOENAILS."
I was confused a confused little 12 year old who was completely grossed out.
but the other night one of my best friends brought this story up to me again and i started thinking...{note: I WOULD NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS BITE SOMEONES TOE NAILS. not even my future husband, i apologize dear future companion. but no. i still love you.but no.}
but what a picture of love. {told you this was going to be a totally weird post, it's late, yeah let's blame it on that.}
SHE loved HIM.
enough to love his toes. the gross stuff.
like Jesus loves us, even though we're gross sinners, He LOVES us.
and when you truly love someone I believe you love them with that love,
God's love, AGAPE love. not to say you need to chew their toenails for them, God gave us clippers and please don't that's gross. but you really LOVE THEM.
Love them enough to go to Orchestra that they love. even if you despise it.
to, listen to them ramble, because they need someone to listen.
to be there even when they are awful, and remind them of God's love.
this is so not poetic like i imagined but see what i mean?
love love love. what does it mean to you?
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on the other hand my toes are painted and i wrote a song on the piano.
my hair is piled in a straight mess atop of my noggin.
and my pillow is calling my name.
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forget i wrote this post. i'm laughing at myself.
no i'll go dream of flowers and trash cans of love.
-liv