Here is a photo of a genuinely happy Laura.
I don’t know what all it is. I was just hanging out in my room with my bestie, reading The Mists of Avalon while she watched something and tumbl’d. My mom was downstairs priming the kitchen window-frames to paint them, and playing Sting. All of a sudden, she blasted it — for the song After The Rain Has Fallen. And my instincts kicked in: this woman raised me, after all. I jumped up and ran downstairs, and I danced and sang like a nutcase all over the messy kitchen with my mom. And I thought about the song, and the lyrics — about how love can fix everything, can replace our hurts. I thought about my dad, and how he loved to watch me and my mom dance happily and goofily around — oh excuse the interruption, we just got up to dance (slow-dance style, with spinning and hugging) to Brand New Day (“all you lovers in the world — STAND UP!”) — and how maybe he is watching us today and is really glad that I’m here, and we’re together, and dancing still.
And I just. I ate really well today and I am now eating a big bowl of Oreo ice cream and I have a great internship and plans and a wonderful boyfriend and a dog and friends and I’m just feeling really happy. And my hair is getting long again.
And yeah, I do think love is going to take care of everything, in its own sweet time and own sweet way.