I think we all can admit that there is a BIG difference between the friendships we have with one another. I truly love love love my good friends. I not talking about the fake friends that act like they care, but as soon as you are not around act shady. I'm talking about the ones that love you unconditionally. Love you when you are happy or sad, when you're laughing and even when you know you sound nutty or make outrageous decisions (like leaving everything to live in an RV for a year) The ones that just the sound of their voice can some how calm you down the way a big bear hug does. I was recently told, by a friend, that I live off hugs and laughter. :) I want to send out a GIANT bear hug to all these people in my life. Oh and a big F U to all the not so good friends.
One of my best friends, Crystal called me the other day. I can not explain how great it was to talk to her. We had our usual rant about whatever BS is going on in our lives, but then she picked me right back up with words of encouragement. She is so supportive in everything I do. Every time I had a big decision to make I'd run to her for advice. She doesn't just fill my head with what I want to hear, she asks the hard questions, the realities that I sometimes don't want to consider. She has always been my rock when things got hard. She encouraged me to embrace Yoga and even this trip. When she called, she sent her love with her. She kept saying how proud of me she was and how though this is sometimes difficult, she knows I am strong enough to make it. She also sent the love from everyone at Meehan's who asks about me and I thank you all for that. I appreciate my support system and please, please, please don't hesitate to call or email. I really need the encouragement.
Let's see what have I been up to outside from working my booty off at the tavern (aka hell) and at the gym. I went to Metamora Hot Air Balloon Festival. I didn't know if I'd be able to make it, but I managed to escape from work just in time. I vaguely remember going when I was a little girl, which perked my interest to see it as an adult. When I was young, I remember how big they were and how amazing it was to touch them. I was surrounded by them. To explain what happens, you basically sit in a field and wait for the 15-20 pilots to drive up and unload their balloons. They lay them out on the ground, slowly fill them with air until satisfactory then ignite the flame which causes the balloon to float away. I'm having trouble finding words to describe it. One minute, I was laying there appreciating the simplicity of laying in a field, on a beautiful day, watching the hot air balloons float away like bubbles and the next I was fascinated by someones ability to stand in a basket, high in the air with nothing but a sheer balloon that feels like silk, keeping them afloat. I've posted pictures on my facebook, if you are interested.
I also spent an afternoon with my grandparents. We went to Outdoor Adventure, where they swam and I sunbathed. Next, my grandfather took us to lunch with the money he earned from his last minute garage sale. In a world where divorce is so common, I've been very curious as to what has made their 51 year marriage last. They have always been a very private and not openly affectionate couple, but i was determined to find out. After inquiring, I was answered with few words about the proposal, except for the fact that my grandfather never really asked my grandmother to marry him, he just gave her a ring. Ha Ha The only comment I received about the wedding was that it was hot. I tried to dive deeper and talk about their first few years together. My grandma shared a little bit and asked my grandfather if he remembered anything. He was less helpful and she joked that he can't remember their marriage but he can remember anything about his or his sons old cars. Sure enough, my grandfather described one of my uncles old cars, what had been remolded on it, where it got serviced, who they bought it from and who they sold it to. Ha Ha A little disappointed at the lack of information I sat back in my chair and just watched them for just a moment... and there it was. For a split second, I saw the way they looked at each other. It wasn't showy or dramatic, it was simple and sweet. Their eyes were locked and they held the slightest smiles on their faces. In this glance they appeared to have shared an unspoken connection that felt more intimate then anything any man has ever said to me. After 51 years, I'm sure it was unnoticed to them, but from an outsiders perspective I could see it all. It made me realize that every relationship is different and even though sometimes we don't understand why two people are together, it is not our place to figure out. All I hope is that one day, I am so luck to find someone that in a stolen moment I can share the same unspoken, intimate, connection with. Another thing I live for are stolen moments :)
Hugs & Kisses
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