[Just a short note to let you know that you guys have strong feelings re: The Snake Incident of 2017. I reached under a chair and pulled out some leaves and apparently a snake, too. I almost went to meet Jesus, I almost peed myself, and I'm not entirely sure where the snake went. I'll keep you posted if The Snake and I meet again, but let's ALL pray that we don't. Pleaseandthankyou.]
The Boyfriend and I went back to his hometown this weekend for a town celebration. There was live music and we surprised his mom and the weather was cool enough for me to wear a hoodie. If that just isn't a recipe for a good day, I'm not really quite sure what is.
At one point in the evening, I looked up and Craig was bobbing his head and drumming to some early 90's song, and the two girls to his left were strumming their air guitars, and the guy next to me was banging his hands on the table to the beat. I raised my eyebrows at The Boyfriend, smiled, and said, "Who are you right now?"
He just shrugged his shoulders, his head bobbing not stopping for even a second. "I'm back home!" His crooked smile stretched across his face, and he sang the chorus like he was the one actually on the stage.
And how about that? Going back home does things to a person.
We sat at a table with some of Jo-Jo's (The Boyfriend's momma) good friends and they've known Craig since he was little. There was something easy about sitting there. Conversation was comfortable, and the stories didn't stop.
Then, we sat with people The Boyfriend went to high school with. Their kids competed in the talent show, they passed around Root Beer whiskey (so. gross.), and shared their nachos (so. good.) and we laughed. I threw my head back laughing so many times, I can't even tell you.
My flip flops got dusty in the gravel as The Boy and I danced to Elvis songs. The fireworks flew up from behind a shed. The sound guy let me control the lights for one hot second. Kids ran around, knees permanently dirty from sweat, the playground, and summer. We made a pyramid on the table with empty cans and water bottles, and there was a steady flow of people stopping by just to say hi.
Even the guy that momentarily thought I was Craig's ex-wife.
There's something settling about going back to where you came from. There's something nourishing in sitting with and talking to people that have seen you change and grow. Something whole in talking to people who let you mow their lawns, or friends that let you copy their geometry homework. Something pretty perfect in being surrounded by people that gave you space to breathe through mistakes and sadness and hurts and success.
Something true in being with the people that know your whole story.
Jo-Jo cut off my paper bracelet at the end of the night and sleepily, I asked her not to throw it away. I wanted to keep it ... to put it on the memory board that hangs in my closet.
I wanted to remember the night that I went back home with The Boyfriend and watched his cup refill.
And then runneth over.
. About Moi .
I love, love, love flannel sheets and I am really passionate about lists on post it notes and most of the time I'm sad that no one else is as excited as I am about Diet Mountain Dew. I also adore run-on sentences.
He saw her before he saw
anything else in the room.
- F. Scott Fitzgerald
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