On my way home from the first ever Chicksmas. There is something wonderful about the company of good women. When you are in the circle of their love, the weight of the world slips from your shoulders and you go from being someone who never feels heard to someone who doesn't have to say a word to be accepted and understood. And if you are lucky, there is laughter. A whole lot of laughter. (Next year we should ask Depends to be the official sponsor of Chicksmas).
|Of course we're blurry, we were in a bar. From where we sat YOU were blurry too.|
I love that what was supposed to be a trip to Memphis to visit Graceland veered off course and landed much closer to 'home'. That gave us a chance to surprise our Aunt Marge. She had no idea we'd driven and flown in from all over because we wanted to honor and show our love to her. She kept saying: "I can't believe y'all did this!" and "Y'all don't know how much this means to me" but in truth, I don't think she understood how much she means to us. It was, as my cousin Patje said "the heart of Chicksmas".
|My cousin reading the label on the quilt (made by my sister in law) and Aunt Marge in the moment she realized my sister in law had made her a quilt of old shirts that had belonged to our late Uncle Dan (her husband of 60 years)|
|Formerly Naked Non-Smokin' Bingo Jerry - some things ya just hadda be there for.|
|How could we NOT go to pay homage to "The Big Women"? Even if it meant dashing across four lanes of traffic, laughing all the way. They were clearly in a Chicksmas mood too!|
Tomorrow the drive home, some time to reflect (IOW - sleep and try to flush all the margarita salt out of my system). Hope you all have a wonderful weekend as well.
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