Just Be

I'm still on a bit of a high from the weekend. It was a really, really good time. But not entirely in the way I expected.

The concert was awesome - so much of the music came right back to me after all these years. Music is a memory kicker for me - almost as strong as smell. You know how you can smell something - perfume, a particular food - and it reminds you of someone or something, maybe that you haven't thought of in years? Music does that for me - hearing those old songs reminded me so much of PC, and FCA, and road trips, and Douglas House, and visits to Nashville. What a great time that was.

And it was really good to see some faces again...the band of course, and Jennifer and Kim and Tara (who I never knew all that well, but I always felt like I did - I think that's just the way she is) and Natalie (who I love to see any time) and Shannon and Kyle (who I haven't seen in years, but have enjoyed talking to on-line.) All of that was great.

But here's the part that was unexpected. I had a BLAST with Ben and Daniel. A BLAST. It was such a change of pace for us. They were such little men - they carried the luggage, and opened doors, and kept up conversation. We had a great drive down, great meal together, GREAT time at the concert, and a great evening in the hotel (Daniel loves staying in hotels). I see them every day, and it never occured to me that this trip would be a way to reconnect. It never occurred to me that we needed to.

No matter how hard we try, I think we get into ruts and we forget to really pay attention to each other. We spend tons of time in each other's company, but how often do we really stop and ENJOY each other? Forget about homework and laundry and where we have to be when and just BE together. Just BE.

We were away from home for just 24 hours on the nose, but I will treasure that time forever. Good times.