No matter the distance, no matter the length of time that passes between each reunion, no matter how often you chat or you write, these relationships pick up right where they left off.
My VBGFs [very best girlfriends] are like that. These gals know when I am preoccupied by something before even I know I am preoccupied by something and they can read my mind upon the passing of the briefest of sideways glances.
They know my taste in men, in chocolate, in clothes, in activities, and in wine. They know how I live and how I learn and that I get freaked out by change, and that I like to pretend that I am hard-ass and that nothing bothers me, but in reality I am huge ninny when it comes to feeling sick, or sad, or scared, and that sometimes I just need a hug and someone to tell me that it’s all going to work out.
There’s no judgment, no drama, no ill-will, just a strong circle of love, of support, and of kindness.
Our reunions begin with squeals of glee and end with laughter in the memories we’ve made and excitement for the next time we get to spend a few unencumbered days basking in each other’s company.
I am so lucky to call them mine.
I’ve had a few memorable showers in my 29 and 3/4 quarters years.
I know, I know…what kind of statement is that anyway?
But hear me out.
I’m talking a shower where you turn the heat up as hot as you can stand it without feeling as though your skin is about to melt off your body.
I’m talking a shower that fills your bathroom with so much steam that it becomes difficult to take a deep breath; and in the very same moment, feeling the dirt, the grime, the sweat, the laughter, and the sand melt off your body and swirl around the drain, waving as though shouting gleefully, “until next time!”.
I’m talking a shower that leaves your skin pink with heat and the beginnings of a slight sunburn and memories from a weekend outside under the hot Rocky Mountain sun.
Now that’s a memorable shower.
Great Sand Dunes National Park, Taos NM, Zapata Falls, Lower Cataract Lake
We had our first thunderstorm of the season today.
Over the last month or so, we’ve had some “thunderstorms” sweep through the county, but each of those bouts of thunder and lightening were in the company of snow; needless to say I was surprised to see that this particular thunderstorm was accompanied by RAIN, not snow.
It didn’t last long, a mere 5 minutes or so, much like our typical summer afternoon rainstorm, but in those five minutes, I stopped what I was doing and sat quietly at my desk, office window cracked, and let the cool breeze blow over my bare arms, goose bumps prickling across my skin. I breathed in the scent of rain and listened to the thunder rumble over the mountaintops and realized that though I am thrilled to get a sneak peak of summer, the deluge of rain means our soft spring snow is going to melt faster, thereby bringing the ski season to a fast approaching end.
Sick, you say?
Perhaps, I say.
Though, that just means you haven’t yet had the opportunity to ski in bikini weather 🙂