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Sep. 16th, 2002
She's safe.
Sep. 16th, 2002 08:21 pmVotania wound up in the hospital. We're thinking it was stress, maybe, because all of the physical tests they've run so far have come back negative.
Got an urgent message on the answering machine from Marx. Rushed over to hospital. Would have flipped out, except he was tripping, and he needed me to be sane and stable.
She's conscious and mostly coherent now.
My gods, I love her.
Neighbor's over here now. I've been tidying up almost obsessively. Grandma drove me to the daycare to get the kiddo.
Got an urgent message on the answering machine from Marx. Rushed over to hospital. Would have flipped out, except he was tripping, and he needed me to be sane and stable.
She's conscious and mostly coherent now.
My gods, I love her.
Neighbor's over here now. I've been tidying up almost obsessively. Grandma drove me to the daycare to get the kiddo.
I love you.
Sep. 16th, 2002 09:28 pmI love you I love you I love you.
I'm not going to kiss you, or grope you, or probably even touch you much, now, other than the random hug that I know you really do want. I just want you to know that I love you.
I both love you, and am in love with you. Hey, it happens. Once one person starts uncovering buried love, lots of other people do, and who am I to argue if one of the people who just found out that there was more love in her heart than she'd dreamed possible was me?
And I love you.
I don't love anyone else the less for loving you. It's not that sort of love. It's the sort of love that makes me smile when you're happy, and upsets the hell out of me when you're not. I don't know why I love you, except that I do, and that's reason enough. I just love you.
I don't think it's possible for me to say that too many times, not until you smack me. This morning, all this afternoon, until someone not of the family showed up, I was whispering that to you while I held your hand. I couldn't let go. I can't let go.
Today when all that stress caught up to you and you collapsed, I had been walking home from school wondering how I was going to tell you that not only do I love you (as I always have), but that I'm in love with you, too. I got the message on the phone that you were in the hospital, and I didn't know what to do, or how bad your condition was, or what. I didn't know if I was ever going to get the chance to tell you how much I love you, how much your life has become entwined with mine.
I love you.
There's so much that I have to say to you that's so caught up in that one multifaceted phrase. I mean that to say that you're beautiful. I mean that to say that you're smart, and strong, and, yes, brave; that you're wonderful, that you're so delightfully stubborn, that I couldn't think of a better mother, ...that I love you, for all those reasons and more.
I'm not going to kiss you, or grope you, or probably even touch you much, now, other than the random hug that I know you really do want. I just want you to know that I love you.
I both love you, and am in love with you. Hey, it happens. Once one person starts uncovering buried love, lots of other people do, and who am I to argue if one of the people who just found out that there was more love in her heart than she'd dreamed possible was me?
And I love you.
I don't love anyone else the less for loving you. It's not that sort of love. It's the sort of love that makes me smile when you're happy, and upsets the hell out of me when you're not. I don't know why I love you, except that I do, and that's reason enough. I just love you.
I don't think it's possible for me to say that too many times, not until you smack me. This morning, all this afternoon, until someone not of the family showed up, I was whispering that to you while I held your hand. I couldn't let go. I can't let go.
Today when all that stress caught up to you and you collapsed, I had been walking home from school wondering how I was going to tell you that not only do I love you (as I always have), but that I'm in love with you, too. I got the message on the phone that you were in the hospital, and I didn't know what to do, or how bad your condition was, or what. I didn't know if I was ever going to get the chance to tell you how much I love you, how much your life has become entwined with mine.
I love you.
There's so much that I have to say to you that's so caught up in that one multifaceted phrase. I mean that to say that you're beautiful. I mean that to say that you're smart, and strong, and, yes, brave; that you're wonderful, that you're so delightfully stubborn, that I couldn't think of a better mother, ...that I love you, for all those reasons and more.
We're both going to be OK. I'm in a mild state of shock, as diagnosed by Darkside the former Boy Scout, and should be drinking something, wrapping up in warm blankets, and getting sleep.
That, I shall be doing.
Votania's going to be OK, as far as the doctors know, and will be under observation to make sure the stress doesn't floor her again. Nephew's in Grandma's capable hands, Marx has returned home, and I'm here trying to get my brain in a state where I'll be able to sleep.
Found that reading with intent really is my best meditation device-thing.
That, I shall be doing.
Votania's going to be OK, as far as the doctors know, and will be under observation to make sure the stress doesn't floor her again. Nephew's in Grandma's capable hands, Marx has returned home, and I'm here trying to get my brain in a state where I'll be able to sleep.
Found that reading with intent really is my best meditation device-thing.