This weekend was good for my soul

4 Jul

As I type this, one of my best friends is washing up. She lives in Phoenix, and I don’t get to see her terribly often. Next month, I get to celebrate her bridal shower and bachelorette party with her. In November, I get to stand up with her and she promises to love one of my favorite “others” forever. (You know how some of your friends end up with people that you just adore? Her “people” is one of the best.)

This visit was a very recent development. On Wednesday or Thursday, she sent me a message that she’d be in town, and I started to bop up and down. If all turned out well, it was going to be a fantastic weekend.

Jac & Amanda, circa Vegas, November 2010. Yeah, we're adorbs.

You see, my parents and brother came to visit, too. This is huge. Enormous. It’s especially difficult to travel with Joey because, while most of the time he’s totally fine, his tantrums can pop up at a moment’s notice. There are usually some warning signs, but there’s no telling when even those will manifest.

This is the second time in three years the three of them have visited me, and it was fabulous. It’s always low-key when they come, but this trip had a special “Holy cow!” moment to it:  My parents met the beau’s. This has not happened since I was a teenager, and parents would have to drive me and my dates to movies or church festivals.

I can’t express how surreal it was to see the four of our parents, plus my brother and one of his, all in the same kitchen. Talking. And laughing. And getting along better than we really could have imagined. And Joey sitting there the entire time, drinking more pop than any human stomach should be able to hold.

I expected him to sit with us all for a while and then go hide out in an empty room. That’s what he does when people visit  my parents’ house; why would this be any different? But he actually sat there in the corner the whole time. Mind = blown.

When my parents left yesterday, my Phoenix friend had just arrived. After they left, I told her, “I’m ecstatic you’re here. Leaving them when I visit is one thing. Being left is something else entirely.” She undoubtedly kept me happy and tear-free.

And who knows what today holds. I told the beau that today is a day for us, and I was letting him pick what we do. I’d like a Hobby Lobby run in there, but otherwise? My day off is mine and his. Important, as we haven’t had one of those in a bit.

May your July 4 be as full of happiness and soul-smiling as mine has been.

And don’t forget: Save 20 percent at Jaclyn1423 though today with coupon code 14july23, AND enter to win $40 worth of customized stickers for you or your business through Wednesday.

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Added July 14: I linked up with Rub Some Dirt on It for its Happiness Is link up!

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5 Responses to “This weekend was good for my soul”

  1. Claire July 4, 2011 at 12:51 pm #

    what a great weekend! how exciting that your family came to visit and met your boyfriend’s parents too. and how cool your best friend came right after. i know how hard it is to say goodbye so i’m glad she gave you something to look forward to.

    i posted the giveaway. so thank you very much for doing that! you’re so awesome!

    Claire

  2. Suburban Sweetheart July 4, 2011 at 5:07 pm #

    Sounds like the perfect weekend – and I’m SO GLAD your family was able to visit without any Joey tantrums, & that everyone got along nicely! What a huge relief.

  3. Ally July 4, 2011 at 11:25 pm #

    Aw, sounds wonderful! So glad it all worked out so well. Made me smile to read about it. 🙂

  4. Becky July 16, 2011 at 10:45 am #

    Sounds like a heart-warming weekend that refuels you until the next time you’re all together again. Living far from my family and friends has been the story of my life since I graduated hs so I can relate. Isn’t the best when you just pick up where you left off? You’re making me miss my bff who lives in north Carolina now!! 🙂

    Thanks for sharing a great story with us at Rub Some Dirt On It!

  5. rsrote July 28, 2011 at 10:10 am #

    SO cute!
    Stopping/Following with the Happiness Is… hop

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