The weekend was dressing up and going to listen to my dad’s band play. It was trying new appetizers. It was avoiding alcoholic drinks because of my antibiotics. It was laughing with a friend I haven’t seen in a long time. It was trying to guess if that guy was single, or maybe that one? It was moments of loneliness that showed up at the oddest of times, like in a crowded bar or around my family. It was being an adult in ending the night early, giving into sleep.
The weekend was spending an hour in a used bookstore, scouring the books with Darling. It was spending $30 on books and adding six more to my TBR stack. It was enjoying 70 degree weather. It was munching on my favorite sandwich during lunch with my parents. It was raking leaves until my arms felt like they were going to fall off. It was falling off the NaBloPoMo wagon because I didn’t have anything happy to post. It was receiving word that a friend of mine was critically injured in Afghanistan. It was carrying my cell phone around in case we received an update.
The weekend was distracting myself from the loneliness and sad news by shopping. It was a Saturday evening spent with Jim Carrey and his 3-D world that is ” A Christmas Carol.” It was time on the couch with my pup and some ice cream. It was lighting prayer candles for my friend and his family. It was fighting back tears of confusion, hurt and sadness.
The weekend was conversations with Darling over a peppermint hot chocolate. It was Sunday morning breakfast with my Gram. It was biting my tongue over the subtle political nuances. It was Christmas present shopping at Target. It was throwing myself into making a delicious dinner for my parents. It was finishing a book that I couldn’t have read at a more perfect time in my life (Second Chance, by Jane Green). It was getting lost in the world of Stars Hollow a few too many times.
It was getting to know myself better. It was being there for my friends. It was a melange of emotions, people, places. It was prayers, hope and love.