I might be a little tired today. Or a lot. But my heart is full and Annie says it best:
Last night my girls came over to throw me a
househome warming.We ate (too much). We drank (too much). We laughed (
too muchnot enough). We may have even cried and said things we wish we could take back. We shared secrets and hopes and dreams and spent way too much time posing for candid shots.There is no furniture in my apartment. There is a bed, a tv on shelves. A microwave cart or two. (Yet no microwave, I’m not getting one). and that’s about it. I have pretty deck chairs that I move from living room to balcony as the whim dictates. I have a couple of air mattress for when the kids come over or one of my slumber party guests prefer not to share a bed with three other women.
Last night, it changed from the place where I hang my hat to the place where I hang my heart. My tribe breathed its life into the place. Blessed it with its laughter. Christened it with its tears. Shared its secrets so the walls have something to talk about. Warmed it with its love.
It was perfectly complicated. With sushi in my favorite swanky lounge. To sitting on the floor at Annie’s surrounding a tray of perfect slumber party food (please-double-dip -layered-dip & infused watermelon & pinneaple). iphone photos crowded in bed together (long after any makeup had worn off) . Way too much twitter. (Is there such a thing?)
Yes it was: unfilteredundignifiedcomplicatedawesome.















