Tag Archives: Friends

Another Bad Day Beater

20 Jun

I had a select group of photos, mostly candids, that I keep stashed away in case I of a bad day. While today was actually particularly good, I still had to swipe this from a friend and added it to the mood-improving archives.

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In Perspective

19 Jun

I feel like I should include a disclaimer to start this blog post since there will be mininal wit or humor.  The past few weeks have been, well, odd.  The mix of so many joyous and sad occasions within a short time period have made me increasingly sentimental and pensive.

Don’t worry.  Phil and I are totally healthy, happily married, and pleased to be parents only to a bulldog for years to come.  So there is no hidden meaning or “read into” with this post.  I’ve just been reflective lately.  I suppose there is nothing wrong with that.

This weekend, I gathered with several of my longtime girlfriends to celebrate one friend’s upcoming marriage.  Over wine, lake water, Tom Petty, and grilled food, we laughed until our faces hurt, hugged more times than I can remember, and took a few pictures that I’m sure will resurface for years to come.  These girls are like my family- sisters I never had.  And in the words of my mother, a weekend getaway in the foothills of Missourri was truly “good for my soul”.  Although we are an unlikely bunch of friends (a couple Catholic schoolgirls, a couple country bumpkins, a couple cheerleaders, and a former MXPX fan turned LA diva), I feel so blessed to have them in my life some 10 years after we first assembled on the campus of Illinois College.  And that’s not all, I have even moreof these sister-like friends, many of whom have known me since I stopped wearing dresses to school.  They love me in spite of my many imperfections and can provide the same sort of achey cheeks within a few hours. During the 5 hour trek home, I wondered, “What did I do to deserve such good friends?”

Later today, I called my pops to wish him a Happy Father’s Day.  As we talked about weather, my tires, his retirement, and then I finished lecturing him on how he needs to get back in to see his chiropractor, we exchanged “I love yous” and hung up the phone.  I thought about my dad- his leathery, always tan skin, and the toothy grin and nubby fingers we share- and wondered, “How did I end up with him?” His relationship with his own father was not always exemplary.  So I’m not sure where he learned to be a father, but he does a great job.

A few hours later, my heart broke for one of those dear friends I mentioned as she watched her mother fight for her life.  Feeling helpless during this poignant moment, I asked God to spare her from this heartache. But he didn’t.

My life and my head have been full of moments like these and others over the last few weeks that make me feel so fortunate to have my health, my family, my home, and my job.  As a result, I have been hugging a little tighter, putting chores off a little longer, listening a little deeper, and making sure the people around me know how much I value them in my life.

I know I won’t always feel so appreciative and that it will be easy to get caught up in the rush of life and the “woe is me” when things get a little hard.  But in the meantime, I will annoy my husband with out-of-the-blue “I love yous” and arm touches (which he tolerates), kiss my dog more, and appreciate the people and things that make life- although so unpredictable- a completely worthwhile adventure.