Happy Wednesday. I wrote that so you'd know what day it is, since this Twilight Zone can affect the brain in strange ways. Just the other day, I started to put the mail in the refrigerator. If I leave a jar of mayo in the mailbox, we're in real trouble.
I don't know about y'all, but this last week has felt heavier - different events collided in my life, and all I felt was loss for several days.
We're ALL dealing with some kind of loss right now. And the loss that affects Cowboy is the hardest for me. But he is RESILIENT! He carries on, as I assure him of a million Plan B's that will happen in the future.
In the meantime, he is planning the biggest night of this new decade - a dance party at our house. He reminds me of his plan every morning. Every afternoon. Every night. And so on. He has the food planned, the list of invitees is growing, and we're thinking of building a dance floor in the backyard. Seriously. I've got to figure out how to string up a disco ball in the middle of a yard with no trees.
We are fully present in the present, with a Hope for the future. One day, we'll look back on this time, and refer to it as The Funky Days of Yore.
Here's to peaceful days, comfort in times of loss, lessons learned in adversity, faith at all times, and loyalty in friendship.
I'll see you here next week!
Love, Kim
