This weekend was quiet and you know I love those. I savor still moments more than any kind of food or candy.
My dad’s cousin Larry came by on Friday. My dad, Larry and I ate pizza at one of our favorite local restaurants and then spent the rest of the rainy day at my parent’s house. Cousin Larry said funny things like “I don’t mean to be the kind of person who asks personal questions, but is this tree real?” I thought with the way he preceded this question that he was going to ask something really personal like “How much is your mortgage?” The way he pronounced words was even funnier. He’s from Illinois so he said “Feeshing” instead of fishing and “booshes” instead of bushes. In the evening Scott and I finished season two of Downton Abbey.
On Saturday I stayed in my pajamas until nearly one when we left the house to surf some really windy mush-burgers. In the evening, we went to a party for my newly married friends Kate and Mike. Their wedding (one of the ones we drove to on our road trip) was in Iowa this summer, so this party was held to celebrate their marriage with friends and family who could not make the trek (wussies… kidding). We drank pickle backs, which I happen to love (whisky with pickle juice chasers anyone?), and told stories. Everyone made fun of me for wearing a beanie because they claimed it wasn’t necessary. Whatever, man. 50º is cold. It was a good time.
On Sunday we went body surfing with some of our friends at our local beach. It was freezing and exhilarating. I almost never leave my surfboard behind, but I was glad I did. It was really nice to connect with the wave with my whole body. Plus, bodysurfing is nothing but fun. I rode one wave with two other girls and we all landed on top of each other laughing and blowing water out of our noses.
But even with all of this fun going on, I couldn’t help feeling a deep sadness for the children and teachers lost in Friday’s tragedy at Sandy Hook Elementary. Actually, I didn’t want to help it. I wanted to let myself embrace the grief and sorrow that came to me at certain moments this weekend so I could feel the truth. There’s not a whole lot you can say to make it better, but one thing I keep focusing on is the fact that you can always give more. A little voice in my head told me that in church on Sunday. No one can go back in time and stop this tragedy, or any of the others, but I know we can always give more love and do more for others and that’s what I’m leaving in my heart from all of this.
I saw this quote on Bridget’s blog today and I thought it would be appropriate to share here too: