22 Oct Ten…Reunions & Weddings
I think I have begun a day ten post at least four times now.
Ask me how that happens without so much as a picture being posted? …I cannot tell you.
What I can tell you is that I get married in approximately 12 days!!! Wow. I was not prepared to type 12. I thought I was typing 13…but it is almost here, folks. And this girl could not be more excited.
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| I give you…my Zumba partner for three years. Aka bestie. Our dresses were more or less identical. And animal print. Completely unintentional. It. was. awesome. |
As if that were not exciting enough on it’s own…last night I was privileged enough to spend an evening with a huge group of my college favorites at two of our friends’ weddings. It was giddy on overdrive. My heart could barely stand it. I saw one of my friends since middle school look the happiest I have ever seen him! It was truly an incredible and magical evening.
I wasn’t expecting it. I don’t know why. I knew they’d be there. I knew I was going to get to see some of my greatest friends that I had not seen in almost three years. But yet…the heart pounding, overwhelming, excited, giddiness came just the same.
And I’m thankful for that.
It reminded me that you do not always lose touch with people because you don’t care. I tend to think that people don’t stay in touch because they don’t care anymore. (Even though I know I don’t intentionally connect with many people I adore often…simply because of “life.”)
So… lesson learned: Friendships…the really good ones…well, they pick up right where you left off when you are fortunate enough to get together. But they are the most rich when you intentionally make the effort to get together…more.
…I remember you and recall you without effort, without exercise of will; that is, by natural impulse, indicated by a sense of duty, or of obligation. And that, I take it, is the only sort of remembering worth the having. When we think of friends, and call their faces out of the shadows, and their voices out of the echoes that faint along the corridors of memory, and do it without knowing why save that we love to do it, we content ourselves that friendship is a Reality, and not a Fancy — that it is built upon a rock, and not upon the sands that dissolve away with the ebbing tides and carry their monuments with them.
[Douglas Fairbanks]
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