This is my {tribe}

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 house home warming.

We ate (too much).  We drank (too much).  We laughed (too much not 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.

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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.

The loudest, most extravagant gift

If you’ve been reading here long you probably know I love to give gifts. Small ones. Surprise ones. Important one. Silly ones.

I love to wrap them up in fancy boxes and ribbon. I love to leave them to be found unexpectedly. Snail{mail}. Love  Loved. ( Tomorrow The next time I blog, I’ll tell you all about how the USPS hates me and is taunting me…)20120124-111716.jpg

But I don’t necessarily love getting them. Okay I do…but there is something I love more. It’s the gift of time.

They get that. They know that sometimes an hour in the car in a parking lot or running errands together is the best we can do. But I need it. They do too. Sometimes life only allows that connection in the form of texting about nothing, and everything. But mostly we need to see each other’s face. Sit in the presence of each other. Cry on a couch. Laugh till your belly is splitting. Talk until you run out of things to say. (Okay… we are still waiting for that to happen!)

And I couldn’t be more grateful. And I know it’s going to be a great week because this afternoon I’ll pick D up, we’ll shop, and spend hours in her kitchen making sushi together. {Adore}

And Friday, we are breaking Annie’s new pad in with a girl’s night in. Much awaited. I’m slightly giddy with anticipation because I do love a good slumber party…but mostly because I’m looking forward to 12 hours with some of my favorite people on earth.

 

Sadie…who?

There is this one thing going right now that makes me deliriously happy. No matter what. It’s Sadie.

“Sadie…who?” you ask.

The star of my book. ♥

Have you ever had such a perfect night that you find yourself thinking about it out of the blue and remembering new moments for the first time since the last time? Yeah….that. I have such a crush on this Sadie and the entire story. I love it. And even though I made the whole thing up (I was inspired by fairy tales I love and places I wish I could be tonight), I keep re-remembering parts of it and it renews my excitement.

I find myself reading it over and over. (You are going to want to read your copy over and over, too. But don’t worry about wearing it out….I know where you can get another! :D )

Infomercial aside….there is a point to this post.

After I blogged about my funk, I also remembered how to tweet. And picked up a camera for the first time all week…and instagrammed. I’ve texted. I emailed. And I cried over the sweet comment left on that downer of a post. I plan to use that talking function on my phone tomorrow and maybe even say something out loud to someone. I knew I was going to be okay…

And then the BEST thing happened. Into my inbox popped a little, much-anticipated piece of art. Sadie. In color.

I’m better than okay. I’m exuberant. I’m at a loss for words to describe how important this project feels to me. But just know that it is significant and awesome and I feel blessed to have been the one to get to write it.

In a few days I’ll share all the ways you can keep up with the progress of the book without me going on and on about it here. ( I’ll do that….just there.) But for the moment, I am delighted to officially introduce:

Sadie

The Paper Crown Princess

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