Today

The tornado blew through. Thought it would mean that my house would be relocated. Tragic theme music plays and a witch on a bicycle flies by my window. Ruby slippers in my possession and the world is colorful, but I'm not home. 

Thought that would be the next scene. But, actually, I think that I'm more home than I used to be. 

Amazing how God prepares me so that I don't ever go into metaphorical cardiac arrest. I am not crying. I didn't digress back to adolescent mind-space. Miraculous. 

I don't think you know what I'm talking about. That is intentional. I'll keep it that way.

I will expose that I learned again how easy it is for me to take for granted the one whom I love the most. The one who loves me the most. 

Let all others be second.

The reality of today must overshadow even the most golden memories.