If you’ve ever seen “Love Actually,” I am Billy Mack and you all are Joe, the manager.
I am a few hours out of surgery, and I’m supposed to be knocked out for the weekend with lots of pain. Instead, I am happily wandering around the house, grateful beyond belief, eating cookies.
Only my husband knows about the surgery (he had to drive me there, etc.). My parents are in their 80s, and they would worry. My sisters are busy with their own lives. They don’t know about my secret struggle to quit drinking. Not really, anyway. They don’t know about my awe-inspiring quest to save my own life.
But you do.
It turns out that you are who I want to tell because you know me. You know more about me than any of my closest friends, and I know you in an intimate way, where we can drop our masks and connect on a soul level. You all are my soul mates.
I had such lovely support, reading at six AM, getting ready to walk out the door, having had no coffee. Even a simple LIKE was so comforting. People said a quick prayer for me, and I was completely calm and uplifting going in to the surgery. (Note: I am an anxious patient.) Just look at this message from Dwight:
“Surrounding you with loving healing vibes❤️”
I could actually feel the healing energy as I read it. And I’m here to tell you, it worked. Something beautiful and magical and powerful happens here in our blog world, and I don’t have to understand it to know it works.
As a present to you, I’ve given you the link where Billy Mack figures out that he loves Joe.
It’s just like me, a sober rock star, realizing who got me where I am.
In total awe-inspiring love for you, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. I am honored to call myself your friend.