This morning, a little boy who walks with me to school every day hands me a Valentine. He's not a big talker, and he delivers it to me while looking at his shoes.
I open it up, and I see a picture of a giant bug. It says, "You don't bug me."
I'm glad I don't bug him. And, as a writing instructor, I have to admit I love the wordplay.
I walk beside him, not saying even one word. He doesn't like to talk, and I realize I don't have to be talking to know we're friends.
Living with flair means I accept the slightest gestures of love, receive them fully, and walk beside my friends on their terms. If that means silence, then I'll do it.
Journal: What does it mean to love a person "on their terms" today?
PS--Here are two photos from my photo shoot which only happened because my friend stood knee-deep in snow with that reflector shade.