Monday we went shopping. First, Grace and Laura took us to brunch at Wheatfields. First time for everything. And Wheatfields is lovely.
It's a sad/happy feeling when you know you've got all day long with friends, but you're leaving that night, and there's all these long, luscious hours in between you've got time to fill. But why do they fly by all too soon? I was thinking today that time is the one order of the universe that never makes a mistake. Time is pure, repeating itself day in and day out, always changing things, but ever always the same.
But how can there always never be enough time, and sometimes much too much?
I felt quite grown up driving 1,100 miles with this little sis of mine, and we all know sometimes we're not so good at this grown up thing. There's just something about driving 550 miles to see someone you love. Especially the Browns. There's just something special about how I feel like the boys there are my brothers.They are so similar, like you've known them all your life. I love when you Browns just stand in hallways and bedroom doors and talk to each other. And you talk as if there's nothing better to do, nowhere better to go and no hurry to be in, and staying up late just sharing opinions and stories is the best thing in the world. Being grown up means a lot of things, but mostly it just means you've lived a long while and you've made mistakes. And it means being willing to be wide open, to learn things, and to love, to make more mistakes and to keep on loving. 'Cause there's no mistakes in loving.
G&H Inc. Friend pictures by the windows. I hope the restaurant people didn't mind. No came out to ask us to leave, so . . .
Then B&U Inc. Look at all our pretty white smiles!
Then we went to grab a bite to eat before Grace had to leave. We ate some McDonalds and watched the trailer to a WWII movie, talked about life. Things. Us. People. And tried not to think about the dwindling hours and bits of sand dropping through the hour glass.
But we listened to Laura Story on the way home to Laura's house, and Jewel, because music is such a part of our friendship. Music and words sung.
Laura loaded up some eggs for us to bring home, cause that's just what country folk do. Give and give, and don't expect anything in return.
When it's time to leave, it seems like there's a never ending list of stuff to do before you leave, and you're caught in the middle of hoping it'll never end, and you can stay forever, and just wishing to get the hard part over with it.
It always feels like there should be something else in between good-byes. Is it really just the longest hug you've ever given and then you get in the car and leave? Is there nothing in between? Just this silent transition where all you want to say gets bottled up inside you, with no room to get up and out your throat and into each other's hearts?
Peter Pan was right. Good-bye does mean going away and good-bye does mean forgetting. One of Peter's worst fears was forgetting something important. Mine, too, Peter. Something important I could have said, something important I could have done. Something important someone tried to tell me, something important to them, something important that I forgot about. But Peter, when you love someone you might lose them out of your head, but never out of out of your heart.