I have all these amazing, breathtaking people in my life. They are go-getter, world-changers. It's the craziest thing. I think I had a perfect weekend. Every single minute replays sweetly in my memory. What are the odds? With the exception of a few hours reading and napping Saturday afternoon (perfect break for my introvert spirit) I was with extraordinary people all weekend.
And, you know, I'm a believer that all people are extraordinary in their own way, but then there are the ones that just seem sort of extra-shiny-amazing. I have this theory that it's because they also live like they think everyone was made extraordinary - more on that another time perhaps. The point now is, I think I only saw all those glittery brilliant type people this weekend and it was magical. What a gift.
One group in particular just shake me to my core every time we're together. They've become some of my nearest and dearest -the friends you can be most yourself with and your most ridiculous with. They are the friends I never thought I'd be cool enough to have. (I'm still not.) The ones you laugh the hardest with. The ones that you're so confident will pray for your heartbreak and celebrate your victories. I love them individually, but when they all land in one place, be still my heart. I spent Friday night and Saturday morning through brunch with this collaboration of amazing. (Yes, we had a sleepover. Don't judge with your jealous selves!). I still consistently wonder if they'll get tired of me soon. I often think: "how on earth am I allowed to hang out with these bright stars?" I sort of hope that never stops echoing in my mind. I want to always be in awe of what absolute rockstars they are because it's true. And it's better than any movie to have an insider view of their lives unfolding.
I had an Epiphany epiphany (ha.) this weekend. It was striking and not entirely new, but too frequently forgotten. If you slow down - really slow your mind, your feet, your heart - time stretches out. And from the moment I left work Friday to falling into bed Sunday I remember so many perfect moment details that it seems impossible it all fit into a single weekend.
Instinctively, I want to try and list them, because it seems unconvincing to just say it was all goodness and nothing else. I won't list them though. As much as I am a giver of evidence and prover of things, I don't want to share them. I want to keep them - all mine - like the gift they were. Not all mine, just mine. All mine and ours. They've already been shared just right and resharing might confuse or limit their sweetness somehow. Words just aren't always enough for everything.
I'll just say thank you though. If I saw you this weekend, thank you for being extra-shiny-amazing in my life. Thanks to the Creator of you all. And, I'm so thankful for the perspective to recognize and dwell in the warm embrace of it all. A year ago, my heart wasn't anywhere near this, find happiness and cling to it, place. It's good and light and I do not take it for granted. This weekend was a glimmer of eucharisteo. The wonder I believed in, sought after, raved about. Those beautiful words I read over and over are, beyond my most hopeful expectations, even cozier lived out.