words

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On vacations and breaks it is easy for me to read a book a day.

I  type hundreds of them into my computer.

At parties, I’m often the girl talking and laughing the loudest.

I pay attention to song lyrics.

I don’t filter the ones that come out of my mouth very well.

And I’m trying to get better at saying the good ones out loud.

I tell my toddler to use hers all the time, rather then just hitting her brother.

I tell her brother to use less of his while the teacher is talking so we stop getting bad notes sent home.

I like puns.

And can tear up a crossword.

I’m a little out of control with the texting.

I can’t write an email that isn’t at least three paragraphs long.

If someone writes me nice ones I read them over and over again at least a half dozen times.

If they say them outloud I try really hard to let them slip in. To believe them.

I probably use twice as many in any given day than my husband. (or more).

I try to be intentional with the ones I use with my kids and my students.

I fill empty spaces with them.

I try not to use ones I don't mean.

They are really hard to take back.

I am a kick ass scrabble player.

When I am nervous I use even more of them.

I try to say I’m sorry for the times when I am careless with them. (alot)

I know first hand the damage that they can do.

And the way just a few can change your whole day. And sometimes even your whole life.

Sometimes they are my best gift.

But I am also, forever putting my foot in my mouth.

I often misspell them.

I say far too many and don’t listen to other people’s enough.

And sometimes I read a few that I just can’t get out of my head.

Like these…..

The only words that matter are the ones that I live.

And suddenly I am quiet.