Isn't it ironic that the opening verse on my blog is about not complaining; yet, I do a lot of complaining on here. Granted it usually ends semi uplifting, but sometimes this is the main avenue I use to put down my inner most gripes that I have with life as we know it. It's no use to complain out loud because what is accomplished with these winey words? Usually nothing except successfully annoying the listener. Besides that didn't your mother tell you not to complain, mine did, pretty sure somewhere along the way. I even eat peas now, peas on toast I still do not prefer...probably not helped by the soggy toasted bread texture mixed with creamy pea soup...ugh, thanks mom for not fixing that one too often and for allowing me to eat peanut butter bread in times of peas on toast being served for dinner; you are the best.
Now where was I, oh yes, complaining. Contraindication except in times of broken heartedness which I am also experiencing now. Broken over the loss of time with my originals, three women who know me almost as best as I know myself. Three amazing ladies who always know how to get me riled up and put a smile on my face even when I'm in a complaining mood. Who else will go skinny dipping with you in probably 60* water or lead your teammates streaking around the bases on the first snow fall of the year? Who will wake you up in the middle of the night because they are sick and you will do the same to them just so someone else knows the pain you are experiencing? Only these amazing women are able to bring me to tears of joy and tears of laughter in a matter of seconds depending on the setting, the mood, the sangria at dinner, the stroll on the beach at night. I could type a novel of all our adventures together complete with pictures sitting on fences, wearing camo, dressed in spandex, and wrapped up in each others arms for the 10,000th time. Instead, I will silently shed a tear for each one tonight as we go about our respective lives in the snow, the rain, the warm evening in each respective part of the states. A tear not for friendship lost, but for friendship current and so strong that it will continue and give me the strength to make it until we meet again. I will settle for phone calls, emails, facebook pictures and voice mails to remind me of looks and sounds. I will always know what you are not telling me over the phone, but will wait until you are ready to share. I will pretend to be shocked when you tell me what I already know because I know you so well...or at least i like to think I do;) I will dry my eyes and enjoy the new and blessed friendships around me here, but have no fear I will rejoice all the more when you meet them and they meet you and most importantly, we meet each other again.
I thank my God every time I remember you, in all my prayers for each of you...
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