I love the Valentine my little sister Kelsey gave me. She's so sweet, she makes lollipops taste bland. I think she's one of most adorable girls alive, and of course I am completely objective in this matter.
The amount of support and love my church family has given me recently just melts my heart. Almost literally. (OK, don't think about that too hard.) Participating in Communion with them last evening was refreshing, validating, and profoundly moving for me. I love them, too.
I love the voice I heard when I answered the phone at work two days ago. Danika (name changed to protect her identity, of course) successfully completed this program a few months ago and was discharged. We both cried a little when I told her good-bye. I love all of my girls and am sad to see them go, but when Danika left, I honestly felt like I lost a child of my own. I've been wondering if being back at home is going well for her, but, due to privacy laws, can't contact her. She honestly got up at six o'clock a.m. to call me because she thought "I miss Becky, so Imma call her". Hearing that she's doing well in school and getting along well with her mom thrilled me to the tips of my toes. I've been smiling all week.
I love my youngest girl at work. I tease her that we should install a treadmill on the unit so she can run off some of her energy, because a lot of the time it gets her in trouble. But goodness, she is darling. A few mornings ago, she came dancing out the hall, slipped this heart-shaped chocolate into my hand, hugged my head because I was sitting down and she was standing up, and ran off without explanation.
With all my heart. That's how I love these.