We featured “The Book of Awesome” in our newsletter last month but I really wanted to share some of it with all of you in a post as well. I bought my son a copy of the book for his birthday recently, and I bought one for myself as well. I can’t resist doing the “one for him and one for me” thing still, just like I used to with his peaches Gerber baby food all those years ago. Mmm, that stuff is so good.
The Book of Awesome is filled with smile-inducing moments on every page that makes you feel like a kid looking at the world for the first time. Read it and you’ll remember all the things there are to feel good about. With touching, warm, and funny observations, each entry ends with the big booming feeling you’ll get when you read through them: AWESOME!
Source: cover flap
As I was reading this inspiring book I found myself remembering some of my own “awesome!” moments. I’ll share one that came to mind as I sat in my backyard the other day.
You are gardening, or hiking, or walking in nature somewhere and you suddenly feel something drop in your hair. You can’t see what it is but you are pretty sure that it must be a very large, creepy, hairy-legged spider judging by the weight of it and by the way your hair is standing on end as a wave of eeby jeeby’s washes all over you. You start doing the “get it off me!!!” dance, shaking your head violently and slapping your hair as you leap around. Then you see the culprit fall to the ground. You gingerly go in for a closer look and discover…a small pine cone. It wasn’t a giant arachnid after all. It was only an innocent little pine cone. Major sigh of relief! AWESOME!
I have another similar story involving a cockroach, a night of paranoia (don’t ask) and a very close friend whose name I will omit (but you all know her) and how said friend locked herself in the bathroom rather than “get it off me”. Ah, but I’ll save that story for another time.
Ok, here are a couple of short examples straight from The Book of Awesome:
The smell of the coffee aisle in the grocery store
Harsh florescent lighting, slushy wet floors, and the cloudy stench of raw fish welcome you into your friendly neighbourhood grocery store. After circling tables of green bananas, wobbly paper towel towers, and piles of day-old bagels, it’s kind of nice to stumble upon the coffee aisle and just take a big sniff.
Finally remembering a word that’s been on the tip of your tongue for so long
It’s like throwing a pail of water on all your smoking inner head parts. Gears unjam, lines start rolling, and you settle back in the restaurant booth with a satisfied smile on your face and just blurt it out.
“Parcheesi, that’s what it was called.”