the most beautiful spam

A long time ago I got some spam. I've lost the original message -- so easy to accidentally delete. But I've never forgotten it.

Fill her life with splendor.

The contrast between what they were going for and what it ends up sounding like to me is my favorite part, and what makes it so lyrical to me. The divine out of the mundane/smutty.

I've always thought of it as kind of a male/female romantic thought also, as in, isn't that what every woman wants a man to want to do for her. And then just today, years later, I was thinking about being more artistic and what would I want to paint and when would I know it would good and that would be when I found it beautiful, and then I realized, I'm supposed to fill my life with splendor.

Fill her life with splendor.

I talked to Aunt Mary today. I was hesitant to call her at first. I didn't want to make her sad by reminding her of her mother's death, but I also wanted to make sure that she had family that remembered her on this day. Your first mother's day without a mother has got to be hard, no matter when it happens.

I had also been wondering what she would be up to these days and hoping that she was doing something fulfilling. Lo and behold, she is taking a trip to Costa Rica in July. For five weeks. She's taking an intensive Spanish course so that she will be better able to teach Mexican immigrants English. I am so thrilled that she is going on such an adventure. Sometimes the unexpected turns in life are the best.