I have loved a lot in my life.
My Mom, who was the first soul I knew, became the most inspiring force in my world and is the person I still tell (almost) everything. She gave me life and taught me how grow into that life.
Mom and me in 1971
Then there were the pig-tailed, pajama clad friends with whom I made pinky promises atop my blue flowered comforter as a young girl. We would attempt to lie awake all night chatting and making up hand-shakes in itchy-soft nightgowns. I loved those first friends with the complete, giggling innocence of childhood and the expectation that life would always be that yummy.
Then there were the silly boys who came and went during my teen years, whose freckled faces I loved so much I thought I would die. And I swear I did … a couple of times. At least. That goes for my twenties, too – when I loved and lost – beyond my comprehension – and then tried to love again, being forced to reinvent its meaning.
Then there are the friends I have loved even more as age has deepened my soul’s affection for unbreakable female bonds . Many of them have become like family and stood in the gap that others have left behind.
With my besties, Shana & Rebecca
And then came my husband, who finally showed me that faithfulness and commitment were not only possibilities in a relationship, but solid expectations. I found out that love could have secure roots and uproarious laughter at the same time.
But one day I learned a new kind of love. Read more