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LMTYT: One-Year Anniversary and Aunt Kathy

Published 5 days ago • 2 min read

It's been about a month since I've written a LMTYT.
But the month of May was a crazy one for me and the people I love the most. Major milestones and life experiences celebrated every darn day.
On the first of May, I wrote myself a note, in all caps: "I INTEND TO BE FULLY PRESENT IN ALL OF THE BLESSINGS AND TOGETHERNESS." I folded it four times and tucked it into my underpinnings each morning. I didn't want to miss a single beat.

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My bucket is full.
I have kick-started June with so many new memories, still-palpable tenderness and joy, and renewed intent to be present.
I have all sorts of beautiful humans to whom I can't wait to introduce you; they dance in my brain in the light of the stories I'm so excited to tell.
I also enter this month with the dawning realization that LMTYT is one year old. Wow!In a 12-month blur, I've written 26 LMTYT love notes, and shared countless connections with all of you, my dear readers.
I am grateful.
My bucket is full.

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In this fresh year of LMTYT, I will be rolling out an extra special new project. One that nurtures even greater connection.
And I am eager -- giddy, actually -- to tell you more stories about the folks I get to know and love.

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Like my Aunt Kathy, and a really great hug.
She's one of my dad's oldest sisters, and we've never lived in the same city. In fact, we've probably only been together, in person, about a half-dozen times in my whole life.
I've always felt close to Aunt Kathy, though, because of the way Dad lights up when he tells stories about her.
As a teenager, she painted giant storefront windows with holiday scenes. Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas.
Dad goes into great detail about the particulars, and then pauses for a second.

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Through tears welling up, he tells us about the morning he woke up to Aunt Kathy's magic in their own living room.
She had come home from the store, and stayed up all night, to bring to life the mirrors above the mantel in their childhood home.
Dad tells the story today just like the little boy who saw it for the first time more than 60 years ago. Eyes wide, with goosebumps.

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I got to see Aunt Kathy in May. It was a whirlwind visit, but we did get to just be together.
For sure, most of what we know about one another are stories that Dad has relayed back and forth. And yet, we picked up as if we knew allll the stories in between too.
Before she left, we hugged each other hard. (Almost like she had heard the stories about me being a great hugger.)

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People really are THE BEST.
And the stories we share keep all of us connected.
How very blessed we are to get to connect here.
CHEERS to another year of LMTYT.
LoveLoveLove,

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