Two messages, actually.
The first message is that racing home after Sacrament meeting to eat peanut M&M's is totally okay, especially if you are preparing to teach the Miamaids that being a wife and mother is not routine and boring.
The second message is that people are amazing! Yes, they are also stupid, annoying and weird, but amazing, nonetheless.
The Universe has been poking me and prodding me all week to tell you this, which is why I'm telling you this!
(Now BACK OFF, Universe, before I smack you!)
Wednesday morning the universe shook me awake. I bolted up and peered at the clock . It was 3:45 a.m.
John Mayer was in my head telling me to say what I need to say.
But for gads sake, is there ANYTHING you really need to say at 3:45 a.m?
I went back to sleep.
The universe shook me again at 3:50 and then 4:00 and then 4:10.
Finally at 4:15 I dragged myself out of bed.
I sat at the computer.
I sat. And I sat.
There was nothing I needed to say.
But there was plenty I needed to do so I pulled out my class stuff and started grading.
I graded. And I graded. A task which usually makes me cranky and irritable, but for some reason I was off my game and my stone cold heart heart filled up with overwhelming awe for each of my students. My tired, puffy little eyeballs swelled with gratitude that I could wake up at 4:15 a.m. to think on them.
This feeling of amazement and awe then moved to my children and my husband.
I had to slap myself silly as a reminder that my husband and children are annoying and that I hate grading more than I hate tatortot casserole.
I tried, I really did, to be realistic and crabby, but I just felt magical.
When I walked into class that morning I was actually giddy--like I was surrounded by a bunch of Jack Johnsons. I wanted to wrap my arms around each of them and say, "can I have your autograph?"
So here's my point: Everyone is beautiful. In there own way.
No, that's not exactly my point. My exact point is this: Everyone is a superstar! Inside. A beautiful, amazing, annoying superstar!
You may live 2 doors down from a superstar and not even know it.
It happened to me.
This is my neighbor, Spencer. I didn't know he was a superstar.
Normally when I see him I think of the Turkey Trot because every year he runs it and even though he never wins he always has this sweet smile on his face.
Now whenever I see him I'm going to think what an amazing, beautiful superstar!
Last night he rocked my world as I was sitting in the BYU-H auditorium watching him play Jo Jo in the most fantabulous musical ever (second only to Spamalot) Suessical the Musical.
Jo Jo reached out and gave my soul a squeeze every time he opened his mouth and sang.
I added my two favorite songs from the musical to my playlist--Alone in the Universe and It's Possible. (Track 60 and 61).
I want you to go listen to these songs and then walk to your neighbor's house and give all of their children a hug. Don't forget to ask them for their autographs because they are all beautiful superstars.
(And then can you tell the Universe to leave me alone already!)