I did not know that Angel and Neels would be in my end of the world this past weekend.
So when I found out, I jumped at the chance to finally have them meet Shmooshy and have them see Cam (they have met her before but, back then, in what seems a lifetime away, I was, in Angel’s words, too mama-bear to let anyone near Cam. She was totally right, on a lot of counts.
What we had? We had lunch in the sun and laughed and secretly, in my mind, because if I said it out loud, I would cry…
The truth is, that there I was, sat at the table with the people whose lovestory kept me believing in love, even when I could find no other reason to…and across from them sat me. With my own lovestory coming true. And a daughter spinning around in her new Princess Dress (you spoil us, my friends, you spoil us!)…
And it hit me like a big swollen balloon in my heart. That I could show them my lovestory coming true. That was my secret dream. One I wished for. One that comes true every day. When the pure magnitude of that moment hit me in the heart, I excused myself for a cigarette. In one eye, I looked over at my divine friends, and swooned. With the other eye, I looked over to Shmooshy and Cam, and my heart sang. It was then that I had a small, quiet smile-cry to myself, finished my cigarette and headed back to the table.
I love you my friends. I love that you are a part of this story. You’re the fairytale I read, and the one I aspire towards. Thank you for being in my life. x