Love, an insurance card, & the Heart-Head War

I've been a little remiss in my upkeep of this blog! The entry below is coming to you a day late. (Doubtlessly you were holding your breath!)

Apart from the actual title entry, I see I also never posted my son's video answer to the problem of what to do when your buddies are missing from the playground:

New blog entry:

Letting my heart lead me

Excerpt:

My head doesn’t believe in signs, but it hasn’t yet been able to beat my heart into submission on this point.

The lady who hit me yesterday was both genial and gracious. She was also, like me, very much shocked by what had just transpired. Between us, it took a few bumbling minutes to figure out that we should swap insurance cards.

With her card in one hand and a pen in the other, I prepared to copy her info. My breath caught when I saw her name. My mom’s name.

I stared at that name and felt—as I said here—that I was looking at something beyond myself. I wasn’t sure how exactly to read that something, but my heart said, “Head, you are stupid. I am about to show you how stupid you are, even though you very literally have the brains of this duo!”