You know kitten season is upon us when you walk into the rescue intending to take a dog from one location to another, and walk out of the rescue with the dog…and a kitten that now lives in your keffiyeh and cries whenever you try to put him down.
I don’t know you. Not personally. We’ve never met. But I love you. I love the way you move through this world, trying your best. I love the way you wake up every morning, even when it’s hard. I love you when you drag yourself out of bed and move forward with your day. I love you when you can’t do it today, and stay in bed and sleep. I love you with your hair done, and I love you even when you pick cheese balls out of your tangles.
I love you when you’re crying, smiling, laughing, or sobbing.
I love you, even when your monsters are winning.
I love you, even when it’s hard, even when you don’t love yourself. I love you without condition, without fail. I love you even if I walk away from you. I love you for you, for all your good and your less-good. I love you when you’re angry, when you’re scared. I love you.