Modeh Ani L'Fanechah (Thank You, Lord, For Returning My Soul to Me)

I wrote this yesterday morning, still in bed:

Guess who returned yesterday after almost three weeks in Amsterdam? My heart must have been speeding because I felt as if I was chasing the police car down Milwaukee Ave. toward the Lawrence Ave. Blue Station from O'Hare.

I got there first and skipped to the glass bridge that stood over the Kennedy. I felt like Charlie at the end of Willie Wonka. Two teenagers skateboarded back and forth. They filmed themselves. Maybe I'm on YouTube now.

And then, the train.

I stood there. My heart beat. I saw her; she saw me. The first time in 19 days and our smiles were wider than the Kennedy and Edens combined. Our hearts sped faster than the planes.

I drove her home, showed her the roof, this and that, then watered the garden. For the first time this summer, I noticed beans on the bean plant, and squash on the monster squash. The mother nature garden is happy to have Karla home, too; now I see rainbows of love growing on the ground.