Seven, Eleven, Twenty-One

My eyes have always been bigger than my stomach

I remember piling my plate with delicious comfort food at the Sizzlers

Growing up

Definitely not rich

Definitely not poor

At least not until later

I’ve always piled my plates high

They still always seemed so low

Though

Most of my life I was a “the glass is always half empty” girl

Then I was a “glass is always half full”

Now

My husband

Has opened my eyes and shown me the truth

The glass ladies and gentleman

Can always be refilled

It is neither empty

Nor full

Always refillable

And

IT IS

How much truth in such simple words

Love can always be given

And always received

It’s free

You could charge and you’d have your reasons I”m sure

But still

Love fills everything

Can refill anything

So despite the fact I like to pile my plates

I will never take too much these days

I never take more than I need

I don’t ask for more than I was given as a gift

I cherish

I please others

I make myself smile and makes others smile because that is

JOY

I will keep refilling my plate and my glass

I will keep refilling others plates and glasses

Serving them when it is due

Serving smiles, joy, happiness and knowing

Then no one's glass will ever be half full or empty again

I love more today and the world will feel it tomorrow

Live love