Last night some of my sorority sisters and I went out to celebrate the life of our dear sister who passed away two years ago. It was a nice night reminiscing and just being together. We all needed it. I know that I certainly did. In our discussions we talked about our younger years, the struggles we have faced, the decisions that we have made along the way and happiness we have chosen to find. It’s funny, despite the years that have passed and all that has changed, so much of me has remained the same. And I like that. I still feel like that college girl on most days. The one with hope in her heart and a smile on her face. The one who wanted to look back across her years and be able to tell epic stories to her grandchildren. As a 50 year old woman, I can honestly say that YEARS and NUMBERS mean nothing to me. And what does matter to me is my health, making sure that I walk through life with genuine and authentic souls and not letting bitterness take ahold of me. If I can sneak in some fun in there, find some joy, follow a few passions and gain some wisdom from lessons learned along the way, then I don’t see how I can ever complain.
Well, I hope you all have a day where you feel young at heart!!!
Sid left very early this morning to return to school. With George already at school that leaves just Libs and Reese at home. The whole house sounds and feels different. It looks different too. Inside is a stark aftermath of a busy summer. Outside looks almost barren with the lack of cars. The changes are almost disorienting. After coming home from moving Sid into her dorms her freshman year a friend of mine came over to visit me. She said that she was shocked by the energy change in our home. And I couldn’t agree with her more. I was struck at that very moment with a true understanding of what it meant when people say “making your house a home”. I had always lived that way but it was such a different way to experience those feelings. Our house is a living breathing thing because of the souls who both live and visit here. They are the ones who make it a home. And the changes I see and feel around here are because of the love I feel for them. Do I wish that they were always here? Yes. A million times, yes. But I also love the things that this house has become because of their absence. Adulthood comes with new challenges and new sources of joy. This is now the place where they return to share all of that with me. I am comforted knowing that this house is a place that, no matter where life takes them, will always be their home. It is their safe haven in tough times and a place to celebrate all the good. A place that they can always count on to receive unconditional love.
We are considering a big move in the next two years and my thoughts have been drawn to our future house. Where will it be? What will it look like? It’s a bit anxiety provoking with all the unknowns. But then I remember that it really doesn’t matter where the house will be or what it will look like. That house will be filled with everything this house is and more. Undoubtedly our family will grow with marriages and grandchildren. I simply can’t wait for those kind of wonderful changes! Those kind of blessings sure makes all the growing pains that I feel now seem trivial. And when I get past all my wild emotions, deep down I know that our new house will become a home with a familiar story to tell. The story of a family who’s love, history, adventures and traditions make their house a home.
Well, I hope you all have a day where you are down to two!!!