Thank you all so much for your kind, sweet, much-appreciated words on yesterday’s post. After my mom told me what had happened, she also told me to get up and go do something. I told her that it felt weird to make plans, but she said I should. She was right. You don’t mourn the loss of someone who has lived a long, awesome life. You celebrate.
I truly believe that when people pass, they wouldn’t want you stopping in your tracks. They’d want you out there living. Life doesn’t stand still and wait for you, ya know?
That got me thinking…
As much as I love (er… loathe?) reality television, it’s not real. I can turn it off if it’s upsetting me, I can turn it down if I want to focus on something else, and I can pause it if I need a break. Life isn’t that simple. It doesn’t come with a remote control. You have to face it head on.
Life may not come with a remote, but it does come with friends.
Life comes with laughs.
Life comes with geese?
Life comes with awkwardness and new friends.
Life comes with perfectly pink azaleas.
Life comes with the kind of grass that begs for cartwheels.
Life even comes with Zack Johnson’s adorable mini-caddy.
It’s seems silly to cry when there is so much to smile about.
Does that mean I didn’t cry? Gosh no. I’m crying as I type all of this. I cried off and on yesterday, but that’s okay. I’d rather cry with friends. I was fortunate enough that my friend Logan took the afternoon off of work to hang out with me. I’m pretending it’s because she loves me and not that she wanted to go to the last day of the practice rounds. 😉 Juuust kidding.
Ryne was at work and Maddux was at his babysitters (because I was supposed to be cleaning yesterday). I would have been sitting at my house all alone if it wasn’t for Logan. She made me laugh all daggum day, and it was really good to be able to talk to someone.
I miss my Mammy, but I’m going to do my best to laugh every single day.
Today Maddux and Ryne did the job of cracking me up. Maddux played slots. I’m sorry, but a baby gambling is just hilarious to me.
Later while we were working out, I randomly decided to use my weighted resistance ball during some wall squats. Ryne came over to try to “help” me, which to me ended up feeling more like a scene out of Mr. and Mrs. Smith. I swear he was out to get me! We were both crying laughing by the end.
Oh, and you’ve probably already seen this video, but I can’t watch it without cheering up. I have a stupid sense of humor and this kind of crap gets me every single time.
Hopefully I’ll be able to get back into regular posting tomorrow! It’s been a while! 🙂 Wait, have I ever posted anything “regular”? Hmm…