Musing the Wonderment of love

Had a splendid time with the Springang yesterday. Sorry no pictures... BUT Had a beautiful breakfast feast of chocolate pancakes and scrambled eggs with coffee and smiles. Adon was able to join us as well!!! I haven't seen him for around six months... what are the chances that both he and I were in town for Connally's only day off this week? I will never forget that warm little kitchen, with the girls busily cooking and dropping food onto the plates of the three guys around the smallish table, chatting over coffee about school, plans, and life in general. A little family with nothing better to do than be together.
We played one of my favorite games after hearing a wonderful love story before Adon had to skat, but the fun didn't stop there.
"thrown rolls" to eat. It's crazy that through all the years having lived here I never had eaten there before.... I don't know how I missed it; all my family and friends have gone different times. In any case, it's just ironic that now that I don't live here, I go.
To top off the outing we all headed to the new hipster coffee shop down town that Honey now works at. All their coffee comes from Haiti. I had what's called "Haitian Dreams" a latte made with Haitian vanilla... so beautiful to taste!!
We played Apples to Apples and laughed a lot.
Headed home and lazily sat around the apartment and hung for a while before skyping with Connally's sister from a far away land. Oh the wonders of technology.
Thanks God for friends that never fail to bring a smile and a refreshing look at life when I get hung up on one side.

Secondhand Serenade

Quick shout out to good friends who call you up because you need it and they know it.
Last night I was scanning through some old letters and found some that were not all that heart happy to behold. Good reminders for what truth I had forgotten, but still painful, as truth sometimes is. In any case I left a note for a crazy awesome friend to find in search for advice on dealing with it. I expected nothing for the night and went to bed with country love songs playing in my head. ...note to self, Keith Urban is great!! but not during late, heart-throbbing situations.
Low and behold, an hour later, that crazy awesome friend calls with honest words. We chatted about things as they were, instead of what could have been, and what things more likely WILL be as opposed to how I wish they might turn out. Kudos to Connally for being a true friend and confidant.

Moral of the story? ...pick one for yourself.
for me, "Depressed=NO Keith"