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wearing them so loud


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 spewing out the most of them. 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 sink 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.
Sometimes I run people over 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.






 

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Kate said…
Love this list!
April 24, 2012 at 11:51 AM
Adrienne said…
....now to not write too many words in response! But I don't want to think them, and then not take the time to share them with you! This struck me, not only for the truth of it...but for the surprise. Not the ending I was expecting as I read it - and I LOVE that!
April 25, 2012 at 10:14 AM
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