The things I am driven to write about are so big picture, so LIFE and not often light hearted. I'm sorry about that. I wish I could and did have more lighthearted things to fill my soul and write about. Maybe I just have to shed the heavier layers (in more ways than one) to get to the light stuff. My life used to be like that. K sera sera and all that jazz. Laughing at everything, not serious about too much. Life changed in a flash didn't it?
So let me try.... ok maybe this isn't exactly lighthearted. Today I'm really grasping...
I have this friend, she lives far far away. She is a wonderful person. Full of thoughtfulness, life, and great advice. She listens but doesn't get too assertive with me. I haven't seen her in over six years yet we have grown so close via email. We were not friends for a super amount of time before she moved away. I will say from the moment I met her, we had kind of a connection. Had some things in common, some strange things like our wedding anniversary and first date anniversary with our perspective husbands... Anyhow, she has been there for me. She knew when I didn't or couldn't talk what it meant when Lucas had died. She didn't push ever. I was mean to her I'm sure. I didn't want to be mean, but I was figuring things out. Still am. For whatever reason, she thinks I'm this great person and tells me this a lot. It still amazes me that I haven't made her so mad because I am so voiceful about what I think about life, her life, my life, the world whatever. She just gets me. Thanks Tammy for being there to listen in the way only you can. It's a connection different than even a family member. It's being able to joke or say anything with no aftermath, no consequences or fear of being honest. I see you struggle too with things in your life and I try to help--who knows if you truly listen :) but know that I hear you and think of you often.
That's the most lighthearted thing I have today. The other stuff, well, it weighes ten thousand tons. Tomorrow will be better.
You cook, you clean, you go to work, you nourish, you love, you scold, you are professional and yet you hang your hat on every dust particle in your home. You are a woman. Some women are Moms and some are not. You are still a woman. We are all made similarly. We are strong.
1 comment:
Thanks Jen. You really are the best. You are so right we have a connection and it's just the best thing ever.
I keep thinking we'll look back on all of this someday and say "wow that was rough"
I love ya!
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