Tonight this is how I feel!
Today the weather has been beautiful. Here it is the first day of summer and I must say, June, you are behaving yourself just fine. The breeze, the sun, the clouds, the less than normal temperature. GORGEOUS. Today I was treated to some unexpected visits with people I love–the crew and I made an impromptu visit to my Aunt’s, where, in the shade of the pecan trees, the littles played on the swings and Aub, Aunt, and I laughed and talked about a little bit of this and a whole lot of that. As the breeze drifted through the leaves I watched the pattern of the sunlight filtering through the trees change and move. Ahh, said my soul, I’ll take a double helping of this today. And everyday. Please.
I also ran into my sister at the doctor’s office complex where we were all well but just taking care of prevention business with different doctors. She is a beautiful sight to see and her smile brightened my day. Our time together doesn’t come often enough, so this was a real gift–the hug I had needed but not expected. Later this evening I had a visit full of laughs when I ran into some of my favorite folks at my favorite coffeehouse. I am so thankful that all of these people were interruptible and had time for visiting, laughing, and hugs.
Add into the equation our planned visit with some dear friends who are moving soon. We celebrated with a trip to the pizza place. Yes, that one. But both dads were in charge of the Game Room tonight, so one more reason to be happy. After we all got home the party continued as the children played between our yard and theirs, and my neighbor friend and I played “who’s older and had it harder growing up” game. Ha. His wife said we both sounded like a couple of old people. Ahem. Well, if the shoe fits…..
So yes, a good, good day.
But there’s more.
THIS IS MY ONE HUNDREDTH POST!!!!!
Yessiree, I am beyond happy happy happy. When I started back writing again in April, I set a goal to write something each day. I guess I didn’t think I would really do it, because I couldn’t believe it last night when the site said 99 posts published. Wow. I am doing this. I have surprised myself. It’s not just a dream anymore, I am writing. Whoo hoo! My soul is soaring, and I am overjoyed.
So tonight is about laughter and stories and you. If it weren’t for you, would I still write? I hope so. But the encouragement you give me, the times you comment on what resonates with you and what doesn’t, that makes a world of difference. The times I see you out and about, and you say “Hey Girl” or “That thing last night? I heard that!”–those times give me the motivation to continue on. And for the special ones who say they usually start their mornings with their cup of coffee or tea and this blog–well, I am humbled and I thank you. When I’ve thought, well, missing just this once won’t matter, I thought of you and I got it written and I was glad I did. Thank you for the support and motivation. Love you. You know who you are.
Thank you also for sharing your stories with me. I love that you do that. My Daddy could tell great stories, but I remember so many sunny summer afternoons, sitting on my Granny’s couch listening to Granny tell Daddy stories. Daddy knew how to listen too, and I’m working on being as good as he was. Mama was also a good listener. Family lore has it a wrong number called in the middle of the night, said she was sorry, hung up, and then called back to tell Mama her life story. For over an hour. And Mama listened. So please, I love hearing your stories. Your dreams. Your joys and your sorrows. Thank you for sharing them. I look forward to hearing more.
Before I close tonight, in honor of 100 posts, I thought I’d share with you a few miscellaneous things just for fun.
Facts about me:
I’m the oldest of four–three girls and a boy. Daddy told me I was named after my Aunt, the baby sister whom he and my Uncle called The Little Terror. They both thought Tara (a twist on the pronunciation) would be a nice name and agreed the first one to have a girl would name her that. My cousin was a boy, so here I am. I don’t know how true this story is, but I like it, and I like it just fine that I’m named after someone so special.
Peaches paid my way through college and during a small portion of my life put food on the table and a roof over my head. So I’m kind of a peach snob. Most folks choose to forgive me for that and move on. I don’t get peaches until after the fourth of July and I prefer to get the ones picked straight from the orchard. It just is what it is.
I’m backroads and homegrown and a homebody. I’d rather bake than cook. I love old things and I have an obsession with blankets, bags, and sweaters. Mostly either handmade or from the GW Boutique. I think I may have warmth issues. (I’ve been known to “rescue” handmade blankets from the GW.) I learned to crochet from my third grade teacher on the playground at recess, and I learned to knit over a year ago from my friend Casey. I think crocheting is much easier than knitting, and my cousin, who is truly a talented artisan, thinks knitting is easier. Whatever. I love her anyway.
The first thing I read in complete sentences was a note my Mama wrote me on pink paper that said, “IF YOU CAN READ THIS, YOU MAY HAVE A GLASS OF COKE.” That was no joke. You didn’t get Coca-Cola very often in my house. I’ve been reading ever since. And I’d rather have a book in my hand than on the Kindle, but I’ve read both and been quite happy doing so.
I’ve been to the movies by myself. It was empowering, and no, I won’t tell you if I ate all the popcorn all by myself.
I love my family, the ones I live with and the ones I don’t. One of my favorite places on earth is Blackberry Flats, where I grew up. I love laughing and country music. I grew up on Elvis and the Beatles and John Denver. We called Willie Nelson “Uncle Willie,” so I thought we might be related. I also like pop music. And I think Taylor Swift is pretty much a philosopher–“You don’t know what you don’t know.” Come on, that’s brilliant truth right there.
I thought about closing out with a video of the song “Celebration” because that’s what I’m doing tonight all by my big girl self, sitting here at the counter with the laptop. But that would be predictable, wouldn’t it? And I try never to be predictable if I can help it. Life’s so much more fun that way. So I thought I’d close with a video that makes me happy every time I see it. (Thanks to my brother for this one.) And later tonight or tomorrow? When you can’t get the song out of your head? Well, you are very welcome.
You’ve got to keep on keepin’ on…..
Thank you all for coming along on this journey with me! I can’t wait to see where the next 100 posts will take us. Love to all.
2 thoughts on “A Night to Celebrate!”
Oh my word! I did not know your goofy side! I have got to repost that video! This all just makes you more loveable…is that possible??!!!!
Going to the movies alone is something friends told me I should do once I was divorced. (I did not date for 2 years…1 year of my own will, 1 year cuz no one would have me.) They said it would be empowering. They said I would enjoy it. So, I went to a movie that looked good…”The Hand That Rocks the Cradle” which was very suspenseful. I clutched to my armrest, ate my popcorn, and made comments to the person next to me, although that seat was empty…it surprised me every time! At one point, the people in front of me took turns checking me out….just in case I could become dangerous, I guess. I left the movie fast, embarrassed, and still want to see it WITH SOMEONE to this day! hahaha
I went to see Tom Cruise in John Grisham’s The Firm about a half hour after I finished the book. I just had to see it. It was very good and I didn’t miss having someone else there until the end when I wanted to talk about it. I love your story. The people in front of you–that cracks me up. Thanks for sharing. I hope you can get someone to watch the movie with you.one day soon. 🙂