I’ve been learning what love actually looks like.
Love is Mom Wendy and Sister Katie telling me to go home and go to bed after I took a lengthy nap at Out On the Lakeshore.
Love is the work nurse taking time out of her day to talk to me.
Love is my friends in endurance telling me to sit down and take a break after wearing myself out.
Love is Mom Kari and Mom Amy telling me I’m on hormones now and endurance racing is a new experience now.
Love is Rev. Jen knowing I’ve been hurt by the church and starting the healing process.
A couple weeks ago, a coworker dragged me down for wearing a skirt to work. Love is Kate and Sara wrapping me up and letting me know it will be okay.
Love is HR fighting my battles for me.
Love is Grace Episcopal praying for me to have a happy, healthy, peaceful existence.
Love is Kelly Mac welcoming me to the sisterhood without even knowing me.
Love is friends asking for a message saying “I made it home” after a night of drinking.
Love is De Bray willing to sit down with me and have a meaty spiritual discussion, knowing her church is not the most affirming place on the planet
Love is so much more than hugs and kisses and EVERYTHING IS AWESOME.