my favorite part of my favorite movie is when george bailey realizes he is alive after all, and screams his gratefulness, he can't wait to get home. problems are still tucked tight in his belt (along with zu zu's petals), but the important thing is, he has not missed out on having his life touched by so many, and likewise, he sees the way he has touched theirs.
dear george. there he is with his arm around mary in the living room, as friends and angels come forward one at a time, tossing dollar bills into the basket on the wrapping table, a flood of goodness that rose out of goodness.
i feel like that. all of your good wishes are pouring out of you and into me, into the creaky laundry basket that holds my heart, and i feel like i can't wait to get on with what is important, and take you all with me.
did you just hear a bell ring?
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