A knock at the Door

Okay, I admit it I didn't clean out the kitchen cabinet and throw away the junk. But I know I will in the next 24 hours. I gave myself permission tohave one day of pity party moments. Like looking at the stuff on the counter in the kitchen and instead of being my neurotic self and saying I need to clean that right now..I just walked away and said..he will be here in the morning and I will take care of it. One day of sloppiness makes me feel a little defiant for some reason...

So I curled up with a good book on the couch and some classic movies and fell asleep. Suddenly there was a knock at the door and it was my sister who is moving. She came over to see how I was doing because she knows I was sad about her leaving. This is big for us. Really big. For her to recognize my feelings and react. And something else happened. I never cry in front of her. I cried and told her I was going to miss her and she gave me a hug. It was a very poignant moment for both of us. We don't display that kind of affection. It was, well enlightening and encouraging. A knock at the door, brought another changing moment. It is all good.