Things I've noticed about my favorite people.
They are consistent.
Their focus is on you (and of course on others/anyone in their lives).
Their focus is genuine.
They give that remarkably same smile time in and time out. Begs one to ask "Don't you have crappy days like me?... Don't you awaken some days like me with a "Go to hell world, I ain't got it in me today."?... "How do you do it when I know there have to be days/times where you don't feel well?"
They do not speak disparagingly about anyone.
They seem to have a really really nice knack for knowing the right thing to say.
They walk in front of you, touting you. They walk beside you, holding you up. They walk behind you, always having your back and ensuring you keep going.
People like them.
They like people.
They are very, very family orientated.
They have an affinity for children.
They help when you need it, somehow know exactly when you need it, and you ain't even gotta ask 'em for help.
They compliment, and it ain't fluffy, ie, they compliment the right things, when warranted.
You never ever get a queasy tummy when they are on caller ID, and you answer. When you receive a text from them, it's usually uplifting, and you're quick to respond.
They have this innate ability to know when to call, when to text, when to knock on your door.
You smile after seeing their smile.
They are the Hans and Franz to your ego, your attitude, your mood.
When you tell them something, they listen intently with both eyes on yours.
They never ever blurt and hurt. How do they not do that?
When they speak, you listen and watch them in awe as they somehow have the exact right words to reply no matter how depressing the situation it, or, how wonderful it it.
They enjoy fun, oft times, they create it.
They speak preciously about things that are precious to you.
Uniquely, they flatten all the hills of this roller coaster of life, they straighten every turn of a difficult path.
They teach, without 'grading'. They listen, without judging.
They are at every turn, every pay grade, small town, big metropolis, tiny house, big big house, doesn't matter. The only thing they flaunt is love.
They love.
Thus, we love.
They make loving, living fun.
They are thankful.
Good Lord - we are too.
Merry Christmas good people. You make it that way,
By Henry Gibson, forward by Fleetwood Mac, preface by Hallmark.
Love, Victurd
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