What a difference a week makes, friends.
Around a week ago, I stepped out of my comfort zone and gave my number to another mom at a local playground. I'd seen her and her son in between storytime coming and goings (seriously, storytime has been a lifesaver for this new girl) and recognized her at the park. She seemed like 'good people' even though we'd barely had time to talk more than five minutes. Within a few days, we had a playdate in another park after storytime, and it was just good, easy, comfortable. It makes all the difference that she's fairly new to the area, too, without a lifetime of friends and family at her disposal, filling up her hours. I know in the past, I always loved meeting new people, but often felt guilty - how could I fit them into my life? How many friends could I juggle, emotionally? I am ashamed now to think of how often I closed my heart down, because who has the time, right? Now I am the new person, and I understand how hard it is to make room for me, and I'm grateful for each and every person who is kind and open and at least tries to include me in their group. It's a lesson, in the midst of the many lessons I feel like I'm learning lately, one that seems fraught with skinned knees and my heart more vulnerable and raw, like I'm thirteen all over again.
Within a few days my new friend (don't I sound like a little kid? let's call her B.) emailed me, inviting us to her house for a early lunch on Saturday, welcoming Beaux to come along, too. So we all went and had a really good time, met some more very nice people, and there was a houseful of children, all entertaining each other and gorging themselves on new-to-them toys. Thomas discovered this tent in the living room and sat out awhile, with a waffle.
Beaux hung out with B's husband, two men in a sea of women and children, and legitimally hit it off, I think. This makes me so very happy, and the best part was when we got in the car to leave and Beaux turned to me, saying, "Yay! We have new friends."
That good morning would have lasted me the whole weekend, I do believe, but that afternoon our dear Josh and Angie arrived, bringing the comfortable knowing of good, old friends. We grilled steaks and roasted potatoes and cauliflower, all so yummy. Angie and I escaped to a movie (The Women, pretty good, I forgot how much I adore Annette Bening) and squished in all our girl talk in the drive between home and the movie theater. Thomas spent then entire weekend eyeing them skeptically. Sunday we had a bang up breakfast (homemade biscuits that I almost burned!) and then we all piled into the car and went to the Mississippi Craftsman Guild, as Angie had a gift certificate that was burning a hole in her pocket. I am so excited to know about this amazing place - a one stop shop for all Mississippi made pieces of art, tons of beautiful pottery and jewelry and photos and just oh! I can't wait to go back and find Christmas gifts for my loved ones. There were these photos sprinkled about, capturing artisans at work and a snippet of their story - here's one I loved -
The best part is the pure Southern way this artist shares his story:
So yes, all in all, this says it best: