I ran through puddles in my fanciest high heels this morning. I forgot my sensible shoes. And I forgot to be sensible in general. So cute boyfriend and I ate a breakfast lunch and watched the rain fall, content to be in one anothers company in a way that only a couple can understand. With a shared laugh, a casual wink and holding hands, fingers meeting in the middle of the table.
Last night was loud music, local celebrities (I hugged Alex Ovechkin!), and new friends. It was a trendy DC bar, shiny jewelry, and me floating high above even the loveliest, lightest clouds. Because I'm in an atmosphere all my own right now. Where time, and space don't exist. It is neither too hot nor too cold. It is sweet smelling, slow moving, with the graceful scent of lillies and ever expanding hope.
When I sit, years from now, rocking my grandbabies on some peeling paint porch abounding with potted flowers and honeysuckle breezes, I will look back on these years as the finding me stages. The loving me time. The let me just hold your hand days. And I will smile and say, oh you should have seen me then. I certainly had a time. I danced until my feet hurt and I had to just kick off my shoes and feel the ground beneath my feet. I drank sweet cocktails and felt the peace lace its way into my veins gently. I ate a piece of chocolate cake that made me grateful to have tastebuds on hyper alert. And I loved. Because when tomorrow comes, I want to say, thanks for the chance to do it again. I lived the hell out of yesterday.
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