And speaking of Wild Things, as you all go off to your weekends of wild rumpuses, I wanted to leave you with a story that reminds me of what love really feels like, as told by the woman who introduced me to the word blog:
A little boy (maybe 5 years old) wrote to Maurice Sendak telling him how much he loved his books, his drawings, everything about him. As you might imagine, Sendak gets a lot of fan mail, but he was so moved by this one that he wrote the boy back and enclosed an original drawing, just for him.
The boy was so overjoyed when he received the drawing that he ate it, the entire thing, every last shred of pulp and ink.
His mom wrote back to the author, telling him the story. Sendak was thrilled, saying that that was the greatest compliment he had ever received.
Go, go, go. Go find yourself something you love, and eat it all up.
I'm holding my hand atop my head so I don't float away. Thank you, Megaroo.
<3 <3 <3
October 17, 2009 6:17 am
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I loved this post!
October 17, 2009 1:39 pm
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Love that story.
October 18, 2009 5:19 pm
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Love how honest kids are.
October 18, 2009 9:32 pm
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Beautiful. This just made my day.
October 22, 2009 9:55 pm
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