Sometimes life feels a bit crummy, no matter how hard we try to be positive. It's kind of the way the cookie crumbles, or the ball bounces or the hormones rage. But that's when a Trophy Wife shines by rising to the occasion to look for signs that the world is a wonderful place to be.
Cases in point:
•A dude's car is broken down in the right-hand turn lane of a very busy intersection. His hazard lights are flashing; he is standing on the sidewalk, pacing. Losers are honking and jockeying their cars, trying to get around. I am blocked in the lane next to the scene. An older green sedan pulls over and a young guy jumps from the car. He pops his trunk and leans into it, rummaging about until he pulls out a tool box and a jack. He holds up his sagging jeans with the same hand holding the jack as he runs to aid the stranger.
•I pause at a stop sign in my car and wave a little family to cross in front of me. The Daddy is tall and fair with a little blonde pig-tailed girl riding on his shoulders. Her curls bounce with each of daddy's long strides. She is jabbering and pointing. A light haired boy leads the way, pedaling on his tricycle. He has a baseball cap on his head, a little sideways. Behind them lumbers the family dog, a large nondescript hound. I hear their laughter through the open window.
•I have been gone all day, which is unusual for me. I walk in the door, dragging my pilates mat, purse, shopping bags and my attitude. I am greeted by Rubi as if I have been gone for days, weeks even. She leaps, she licks, she chases her ball. She gazes at me. Her whole body wiggles with delight.
Stop and read the signs, reader(s).
Life is good. Even when it isn't.
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