Back when I was younger I used to be stingy with love. I didn’t like to throw it around, but instead, held it tight to my chest. I rarely said, “I love you” to others. I was hesitant and awkward with this thing called love.
My heart grew once I had children, and “I love you’s” were said every day I spent with my boys, yet I didn’t offer it up much to others. I wasn’t so much scared of love; I was uncertain of it.
When I met my husband my heart grew again. This man taught me that love was real and true and honest and protective. He enveloped me with his kindness, and I knew love would grow exponentially every day I spent with him.
As I have aged, this old heart of mine has multiplied a thousand fold. It is as if I can’t get enough of love. I say, “I love you” all the time. I feel it deep in my soul. It is a solid steady beat, reaching out to all who have a piece of my heart.
And that is why this particular day was incredibly difficult for me. This new president doesn’t seem to understand love. And if you don’t understand it, you can’t effectively lead this great nation. Love is that vital element on which all the rest is built.
But here is the thing. Love is still here. Love is everywhere. Love is a breathing entity that cannot be stifled or broken. I told a friend today who called me on the brink of tears,”We all have it within ourselves to love and bring about change. This one man cannot rob us of that.”
That is why I baked pies today, because pies are love and they DO fix everything. I baked for myself and for my friends. My big, sloppy, messy heart will be in every bite they take.
I love. I love you. I love love, people. Be kind to one another. We are all we have.
“We must have pie. Stress cannot exist in the presence of a pie.” - David Mamet, Boston Marriage
“Put candles in a cake, it’s a birthday cake. Put candles in a pie, and somebody’s drunk in the kitchen.” - Jim Gaffigan