Today is 2/22/22
My mom’s Angel number is 222 and many times she wakes me up at 2:22am.
So last night before I fell asleep I told my mom that tomorrow is her day. Kick the bed and pull the covers to let me know you’re well.
She didn’t wake me at 2:22am, but I woke up from a crazy dream at 2:35am.
I was chasing a half dozen nazis off the el at Grand Avenue on the Howard subway.
I was running like Earl Campbell.. knocking them down with ease. I got to the head nazi and it was a familiar face. Startled I woke up at 2:35am and said, “Mom! I hate Illinois nazis!”
I looked at today’s quote and thought about the special days in my life and the memories they brought.
The good moments, the bad moments…. They’ve made us who we are…. The mortar in our foundation.
For many of you I can remember the day we met… it was a good moment… maybe an awkward moment… maybe it wasn’t much… maybe a song was playing that makes the moment shine?
I know many of you hear Marvin Gaye’s “Sexual Healing” and think of me…
What song brings back memories for you?
