The friends we have
Last night, we had the "Lost crew" over for a chili cook-off, of sorts. There were three varietites of chili there....two vegetarian and one beef. All were delicious. We all 7 sat around the table and groaned after eating it and the other myriad of dippables (corn muffins and biscuits). I believe Tums were invtented by people such as ourselves after evenings such as last night. The gloriously tasty red velvet cake that Karla prepared just added to our overwhelming bloated state....we all thought we'd die after polishing that off. But man, what a good way to go.
Afterwards, we shoved aside our heaviness (in body and mind) and opted for a game of Apples to Apples. What a simple concept of a game, but SO much fun. It's like a game I've always dreamed of inventing but never knew just how to bring it to fruition. We yelled, we argued (playfully), we whipped cards around like they were burning our fingers. After that, we were suddenly hyped up mentally and drained physically, so we said goodnight.
I am thankful for times such as these with good friends. I have come to a horribly slow realization lately that people aren't static. Much like Ken and I did, friends may just as easily move out of town and leave us behind, saddened and in shock. I can't imagine how some of our friends and family felt when WE left them behind. For us, it was not as difficult....it was a new adventure, and we had new sights to see and memories to make.
For our friends back home, though, the town was riddled with recollections of what we all did together, and the absence was probably painfully noticeable. While we were filling up our lives with new and exciting endeavors, our friends and family were just wondering and praying whether or not God would call us back here. And He did, thankfully, just in time.
Growing up is hard. Realizations such as this hit harder. I am learning more and more each day to make every moment count. Cherish every word said. Hold onto every time spent with those we love.
Thanks, friends, for your friendships, and for all of the good times that roll out of our gatherings.
"Sometimes, when one person is missing, the whole world seems depopulated." ~Lamartine
Afterwards, we shoved aside our heaviness (in body and mind) and opted for a game of Apples to Apples. What a simple concept of a game, but SO much fun. It's like a game I've always dreamed of inventing but never knew just how to bring it to fruition. We yelled, we argued (playfully), we whipped cards around like they were burning our fingers. After that, we were suddenly hyped up mentally and drained physically, so we said goodnight.
I am thankful for times such as these with good friends. I have come to a horribly slow realization lately that people aren't static. Much like Ken and I did, friends may just as easily move out of town and leave us behind, saddened and in shock. I can't imagine how some of our friends and family felt when WE left them behind. For us, it was not as difficult....it was a new adventure, and we had new sights to see and memories to make.
For our friends back home, though, the town was riddled with recollections of what we all did together, and the absence was probably painfully noticeable. While we were filling up our lives with new and exciting endeavors, our friends and family were just wondering and praying whether or not God would call us back here. And He did, thankfully, just in time.
Growing up is hard. Realizations such as this hit harder. I am learning more and more each day to make every moment count. Cherish every word said. Hold onto every time spent with those we love.
Thanks, friends, for your friendships, and for all of the good times that roll out of our gatherings.
"Sometimes, when one person is missing, the whole world seems depopulated." ~Lamartine
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