It is Sunday morning and I am awake next to a sleeping husband. I cherish it when I have this time to be aware while he is under – I feel like his protector. I feel I can protect him. Usually it’s the other way around.
My activity here has been sparse and for that I apologize. I can’t even blame it on my film review blog – it’s been sparse too. I’ve been watching tv shows lately – but I do need to write about Logan. I’ll get around to it.
This post isn’t meant to be about me, though. My best friend in the world has a ring on her finger now and she’s to be married this coming January to someone I’ve known for 11 years and my husband’s old roommate and great friend. MEANING: we are all going to spend the rest of our lives together.
And I love it.
Deeanna Stevens is my soul sister. Our journey together has cemented her by my side regardless of the complications that come and go. We’ve seen our share. We’ve pained each other. We’ve learned and practiced and lived forgiveness for years now. We will see our 8th year turn just as she’s changing her name. There are many things I would do differently if given the chance and I can name complete instances where I could have been sweeter and more understanding. I know she has them too. The funny thing is – even with our trials and meanness – we are here. And I am going to stand next to her as her life changes on the second floor of an old building.
There has never been anyone like her. She is funny and smart and genuine. Our humors go well together and we only need eye contact to understand a ridiculous conversation happening near us. She is dedicated to people of history, more than I’ll ever be, and she finds such joy there. She has facts on her tongue at all times and a sparkle in eye to match. Her living room is speckled will all of her little details – in the corner is a gift I gave her many Christmases ago – presidential nesting dolls complete with a tiny Nixon. Under her coffee table, a book about the Tudors – her favorite English whatevers. On her wall – a poster of Ferris Bueller’s Day Offf – her favorite film of all time. Everything she loves I want to celebrate. I want to gather them all in that room and say to them: thank you for making someone I love so much so happy.
I am happy today because yesterday I met her in a little town with her mother and mother in law to be and chose a place that will allow her to begin to grow even more, in ways never imaginable. A growth I’ve known for 4 years – a growth that is about to culminate in the ultimate adventure.
Sometimes I cripple when I think about the love I have chosen to be present in my life. You know how selective I am, and how selective I will continue to be – at this moment, this Sunday morning, I am so proud of it all.