dailyprompt-1820 – Stories That Are All True

Daily writing prompt

Can you share a positive example of where you’ve felt loved?

The moment wasn’t dramatic. It didn’t arrive with fanfare or some cinematic swell. It was just a text from Tiina — a simple thank‑you for watching the kids so she and Brian could travel. But the way it landed in me said more than the words on the screen.

Because with them, it’s never just logistics. It’s never “thanks for the favor.” It’s this deeper, steadier thing: you showed up, and that made our life work this weekend. And that’s the kind of gratitude that feels like love — not because it’s big, but because it’s accurate.

Being with their family has always felt like stepping into Moominvalley. Not the sanitized version, but the real emotional ecosystem of it: chosen family, gentle acceptance, and a cast of characters who are all a little quirky in their own ways. No one has to perform. No one has to be the “right” shape. Everyone just… is. And that’s enough.

In that world, I’m Moomintroll. Sensitive, dreamy, a little soft around the edges. I aspire to the groundedness of Moominmamma, but the truth is I move through the world with my heart out front. And somehow, in this family, that’s not a liability. It’s part of the landscape. They don’t just tolerate my quirks — they fold them in.

So when Tiina texted me, it wasn’t just appreciation. It was recognition. It was her saying, without needing to say it outright, you’re part of this place. You matter here. You make things possible.

And that’s what love feels like to me: not grand gestures, but the quiet moments where someone sees who you are — the dreamer, the helper, the soft-hearted one — and says, “Yes. Stay. We like you exactly like this.”

Scored by Copilot. Conducted by Leslie Lanagan.

Can you share a positive example of where you’ve felt loved?

In order for this to count today, I have to have it in by midnight. It’s 11:09 PM. So, if there’s a Monty Python ending, it’s because I’ve realized it’s 12:59.

Love this week came in one screenshot:

First of all, I didn’t even know I was building suspense (in my fiction entry, “Words Are Hard, Part I“). The entry is called that because the box of writing prompts that Zac got me for Christmas are packaged as a game called “Words Are Hard,” and that’s the first prompt I picked up that really spoke to me.

Rebecca has been living in my head for ten years now, as have Gregory, Leila, and Kermit. I just wasn’t sure what direction to go with them, so I came up with what I hope was intelligent fiction, because it can’t be accurate enough to be fiction about intelligence.

JL Henry is a relatively new friend of mine, introduced to me by Tyler Moore. They’re both accomplished novelists, and they run a podcast called “The Quill Drivers;” they’ve both been amazing about teaching me tips and tricks to get readership….. and with readership comes the possibility of Facebook paying me. I’ve thought they should for years, but no one asked me.

The blessing of my life was when Tyler said, “join my writing group.” I said, “I’m not a fiction writer. Are there other bloggers?” He said there weren’t many, but writing is writing. And now I have a whole box of cards and a Facebook group called “The Writer’s Forum” that will beat me like a red headed stepchild when I need it.

It’s solid growth in the direction I need to go, and it meant leaving behind some beautiful things. I am in the position of finding the next beautiful, starting with Zac and his box of ~~torture devices~~ writing prompts.

For my readers that have already heard that story, you haven’t heard that I feel loved because my “date” for dinner with my sister got snowed out, so we planned a staycation over Valentine’s Day. So, this year the love I’ll give is the kind you want to give someone you’ve known and loved since before they were born.

Let me tell you. Methodist Hospital never knew what hit it.