…some days are stone.”
There once was a girl named Kelly. She loved John Denver so very much that she wanted her best friend to love John Denver too. So, she printed out a million copies of his face and put them all over Best Friend’s locker. Kelly made her mixed tapes with his songs and even convinced her to see him at Wolf Trap. Fast forward 20 years and those darn songs are still in Best Friend’s head.
He wrote one with these lyrics “some days are diamonds and some days are stone.” For some reason when I’m having the stone days I think of that song and hum it. I think of a big, gray, hard stone that is rather unpleasant and difficult to move. Then I can’t help but think of a diamond and how shiney and precious it is. And then I start to think that the days that I can make cookies with Fiona and watch Greta play guitar to Little Mermaid (She’s not at the point where she knows this doesn’t really work) and OH! my Reid when he insists I sit next to him and he puts his head on me and whisper’s “You are my Queen”. Those are diamond moments.
Today is a rainy, stoney day full of physical pain. I really wish I had something wonderful & creative to share with you. I don’t. But, maybe tomorrow when it’s a bit more diamond-y around here. I know we share painting and decorating in common, but I bet we share these moments too.
And what about those uncut diamonds that look like rocks to begin with. I’m sure there is some wisdom & purpose in that.
(Best Friend admits that I’ve always been fond of “Annie’s Song.”)