We missed lunch with the fam in Nebraska. And, while I did feel a little sorry for myself (listening to a sermon on "gravy" of all things---nice huh?)...it has probably been one of the best experiences in my adult life. My ballerina and I headed back on Tuesday for a photo shoot. We sang songs in the car for three hours at the top of our collective lungs, talked about girly stuff, and played to the beat of our own quirky drum. I spent a couple nights with a dear friend and her family. We made cookies and drank wine. I saw a movie with someone I love. My ballerina had some daddy time. I picked her up Thursday morning and stopped off at my aunt's house to see my family before we made the trip back home. I got to go to church, see the lights, do a little shopping, and then work my normal weekend shift.
I guess though what I'm left with though is a conversation I had with someone that I love very much. We talked about being scared and taking risks. And, I guess it left me thinking...the biggest blessings that I have are because of risks. The kids are these unexpected...crazy, amazing, people that I get to parent. My grandparents weren't supposed to be the ones who raised me. Well, maybe they were. But, it wasn't their plan. I've met some pretty incredible people all over the country because of moves and relocation. My plan...well, it never really works out. But, maybe...maybe it's when we allow God or the universe to work with us and we stop struggling against it, maybe that's when we can love and be loved in the way intended. Perhaps, what we think is safe...in fact, is the most dangerous of paths. Imaginably, the darkest of paths could be the brightest and most uplifting.
I'm giggling right now because the word "paradox" was used and defined in a situation the other day. But, isn't it appropriate? (cliche but appropriate)
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