Citizens of the Internet, as you are well-aware, my love for Oprah knows no bounds.
And yesterday, as I watched the first episode of the farewell season, I decided that starting today (or, yesterday, but you get it), I will live like OPRAH.
Consider it my new mission in life.
O danced onstage with John Travolta (who looked a little like a wax figure, but we will forgive him that since he is effortlessly charming and adorable), and early on in the hour a woman in the audience discussed how a moment on the show changed her life. John T. had given a heartfelt toast on O's 50th birthday, in which he said something akin to: the world is better because you are in it, and this woman decided in that moment that she wanted people to say the same of her. So she went to Africa and volunteered and built impoverished African babies a home.
And watching this moment, about that moment, I thought:
I want the world to be better because I am in it. I like to think that my work as a mother is moving me towards that goal (Ambassador Hendrik, anyone?), but there needs to be more.
I'm still cogitating, but during Oprah's farewell season, I will become a better HomeValley.
And now, here is my baby:
Believe you me: he's awesome.
He's also 14 pounds, 15 ounces, and 26 inches long. Dang!