Are We Grateful?
It's good to be known
This weekend — Camp Clurb.
(More musings on the magic that is articles club here and here.)
A few things I want to remember from year four:
Adelyn’s lattes
Sophia’s box of sequins
Libby’s patient, cheerful mahjong lesson
Emily’s encouragement to step out of my crafting comfort zone
A mom walk and talk with Chelsey
Laue’s tear-jerking one-liners in the notes we wrote to each other
Bethany’s off-handed comparison between me and her mom, a personal hero of mine
Stephanie checking in once we were all back home
Julia listening to me discuss situations that stress me out
Ginna sharing with us her family’s blessing: Are we grateful? We are grateful.
And Kelly, in true Kelly fashion, giving me an unintentional sermon she didn’t even know about.
I’ve made the drive up to the lake where we stay three times now, but never as late as I did on Friday night.
Once you’re off the interstate, you drive about 20 more minutes to get to “our” house. You’re navigating rural roads with no streetlights and very few other homes or businesses around. On Friday, I was the only car on the road.
I hate driving at night, and I hate driving down rural roads I’m not familiar with. I couldn’t see well; I was paranoid about hitting a deer; I was tired and tense and ready to just be there.
I kept wishing I had company.
When we left Sunday morning, Kelly and her white truck were in front of me. And I was struck by how much easier the drive was — mostly, of course, because it was a bright and sunny morning rather than the pitch black that is 9 p.m. in the sticks.
But also because everything is better when you can do it with a friend, when they are helping you navigate the literal or proverbial country road — even if they don’t know they’re doing so.
We’re all just walking each other home. And I’m glad I’m walking with clurb.
Me too ❤️
Beautiful!!