Figure Eight, you were good to us.
Good For The Soul
My heart is so full from a weekend that truly left me feeling restored. It was one of those weekends that I will always remember. Partly for the rare experience of being on a gated island during dead season in a house that we would never be able to afford (thanks to the kindness and generosity of family friends of Kyle's parents) and partly for the amazing steps forward that Kyle and I were able to take in our healing. For so long we've longed to feel normal again--to feel like us again. And I feel like we gained a huge piece of ourselves back this weekend. I can't even put into words what my heart was feeling, but sometimes you don't even have to put words to a feeling because your tears say it all. I cried from feeling content and full and at peace. I felt joyous and free. Kyle and I laughed. Our competitive streaks came out over Bocci on the beach and board/card games back at the house. The carefree part of me that had been so neglected was released as I bundled myself up and sat on the porch as the rain poured down, listening to my book on tape. We sipped white hot chocolate and mocha shakes far more than I'd like to admit (but not nearly enough!). I watched Serendipity, Kyle did some writing. We walked on the beach in the rain. We got super honest with each other. And it was good for the soul. So, so good for the soul. Sometimes you just need time away from it all. Time to remember who you were. Time to acknowledge who you've become. Time to reconcile the two.