Contrast
If I were to write a (very late) blog today, this is what it would say:
3 months of silence.
Followed by 1 week of crazy.
Beat. Sapped. Tired.
But happy.
Ate so much.
Ran so fast.
Didn’t really sleep.
Got something I was hoping for.
Love my friends gobs.
And gobs and gobs.
Like, hug-you-in-the-sunny-parking-lot gobs.
Gorgeous in Nashville today.
Flying to Austin tonight.
Val’s picking me up.
Hooray, Val!
Joey and Sam are getting married tomorrow.
But it’s snowing back in Colorado.
And Mom’s in the hospital.
I can’t really focus. Social whiplash and emotional incongruity. Reasons to cry while the sun shines down. And I think that’s just like life.
It’s all going to be okay. Right? It’s all going to be okay.
share:
Everything will be ok in the end. And if it’s not ok, it’s not the end.
Stay strong, Annie. You and your family are in my prayers.
It will.
It’s all going to be okay. Maybe not this minute. This day. But some day, soon. It’s all going to be okay.
Sending love-thoughts your way. God’s got this.
You guys are in my thoughts. Hope your mom is out of the hospital soon and making awesome comments in your blog in no time.
I love that you call Val “Val”. Nobody but “us” calls Val “Val”. :)
Also, I’m terribly jealous that you’re in Austin. Give hugs for me.