(pictured above are flowers from Tara’s centerpiece)
Oh bummer. About 30 minutes ago I came in here to dash off a quicky hello– I was buzzed (just came back from The Corner House Pub where I had dinner and drinks with Jen, Michelle, and Dave– the ex-husband, formerly known as T–) and was feeling all emotional and full and wanting to share– but of course, hello, it is the night before SAW so I had 18 zillion emails here and got distracted six ways to Sunday and now forget what I was going to say and have lost that nice buzz of mushy-mooshyness.
One thing I wanted to say is Jen Gray has saved me. I know some of you know how wonderful she is and I try not to wax rhapsodic but, holy hell, if you all knew how she saved me, how she saves me, how she keeps me from drowning– you would be sending her flowers every day as she is the light and the love.
Seriously. She is the light and the love.
Not only has she been an extraordinary emotional support to me in the past few months, she flew in from Chicago yesterday to help me and has literally done SO MUCH FREAKING work! That I am here– typing to you– when in years past, god knows, I’d still be running around like a kindergartner who ate the whole bowl of gummy bears, washed it down with some root beer and is an uncontrolled nightmare.
Instead, everything is in good order. I’m going to get to bed at a reasonable hour. And, god willing and the creeks don’t rise, my face is going to be washed tomorrow before I leave the house.
Oh man. I had SO much else to share. Last weekend I went down to Truro for my friend Tara’s wedding. For those of you bluepoppy old timers– you know Tara. My dearest, darling Tara got married and I cried like a baby. I bawled. All. Weekend. Long. I was so happy. Her family was so happy. It was so dear and so true and so real. And she had gone through so much — so much pain, so much sorrow– to see her having the most beautiful wedding day, marrying the man she loves who adores her, surrounded by her family and friends who all love her so– so much beauty, so much excellent food and joy– god, I just cried and cried.
And danced, yes. Drove home at god knows what time Sunday night to get back here with a blister on my toe from dancing– but oh, how sweet it was.
I just keep seeing her dad. The sweetest man– such a dear, gentle soul. Just the gentlest lovingest soul. And he got up to give a toast and said how “this day is one of the happiest of our whole lives” (meaning him and his wife) and he choked up and had to take a couple of deep breaths to finish his speech– god— just the joy and happiness — it felt so good.
Did I have a point?
No– not really. just that I am in the middle of LIFE. So much LIFE all around me. Breathing in beauty and joy and love all around me.
And I hope you are, too– breathe it in. Right now. Breathe it in.
Love all around you. There is love all around you.
Breathe it in.