My soon-to-be-repaired heart soars at all the good wishes, beautiful thoughts, and love I’ve been receiving here in the blogosphere and in the northern hemisphere.
My heart soared yesterday when somebody at work gave me a heart-felt, soaring present.
Like that heart-soaring girl, I’ll soon be soaring through the air. In two days, I’ll be soaring with my boyfriend Michael to Minnesota for a new valve, which should make my heart soar even better.
What makes your heart soar?
My heart soars at the memory of this music from Peter Pan.
When I was a kid, my very unusual heart soared whenever Peter Pan soared into my living room.
Whenever comments soar into my blog, my heart soars.
Thanks from my soon-to-be-sore-and-then-healing heart to all who helped me create this post and to you — of course! — for soaring here today.