If CoraLee had fancy porcelain dishes, she would use them for peanut butter sandwiches and Spaghetti-O’s.
If CoraLee had an idea for a poem, she would write it immediately, not stockpile it for someday.
If CoraLee had confetti, she would throw it all at the party called “today.”
As it turns out, CoraLee does have confetti.
She is crowded with candy-colored kindnesses. Her soul is a swirl of glitter.
It is too good to keep to herself.
If someone warns CoraLee against spending everything on the present moment, she will head-bonk that person with double gusto.
What is breath, if not a gift? What is a gift for, if not to open immediately, then give as a party favor to everyone favorable?
Lest you think this is an exclusive list, remember: CoraLee comes from North Carolina.
She believes in hospitality. There is room for one more at her table. Strangers are friends you haven’t met yet. The strangest friends are the best friends. And the best is yet to come.
The best has been conclusively proven to be yet to come.
I mean, how else can you explain CoraLee’s itinerary?
Her travelogue shows direct flights from “best” to “best” to “best.” Good people saved her down South. They did not keep the rooms of their hearts vacant for some future guest. CoraLee needed them now. They loved her without reservation.
They were the best thing that ever happened to CoraLee.
But you meet a mysterious math when you give every day your all: “best” things keep happening. Inspirations outrun each other to reach you. Miracles form a relay team, passing the baton of “the best.”
CoraLee’s festival of friends had just begun. Love was about to lift her up the coast to Tabby’s Place.
This is the pause in the party where some might turn prudent: Do not assume all arms will embrace you. Do not strew your sweetness on uncertain ground. Hoard a little of your light, in the event of darkness. Stockpile some strength, in case tomorrow leaves you weak.
That all sounds “reasonable.” It sounds grim. It sounds … well, we can’t hear what it sounds like, because CoraLee is purring too loudly.
She can’t help herself. Today is the big concert.
Everyone at Tabby’s Place is tuned into CoraLee’s music. We don’t love CoraLee any less because we have spent so much affection on other cats. We adore her more.
Every cat we’ve ever held still lives in the best room of our hearts, and they swell like a symphony when we love again.
The more you love, the more you can love.
The more you throw at today, the more you catch the light.
CoraLee is having the best day of her life, and she is giving it her all.