A little more...

Just a few of the perfect imperfections ...

I snore... quite loudly apparently.

Along with the snoring, I can fall asleep while carrying on a conversation.  I fall asleep at the drop of a hat...anywhere. 

I hate socks...never wear them.  Bare feet are my "shoe" of choice.

I frequently tell stories more than once...over and over again actually.  But, I tell the stories with the same passion as I did the first time.

Did I mention I snore???

I'm very gullible ... I'll believe you every time...

I eat weird things...sauerkraut, cabbage (I am German).

My feet are huge.

My nails aren't done up, but they are neat.

I have stretch marks.

In amongst all of these things, these imperfections as some might call them, are the amazingly unique parts of me...

I love.  I love with every last ounce of my being.  Every last ounce of my soul.

I love my girls...they are the most amazingly beautiful children.  I am so proud to be their mama!

I love hugs...i love to give them and to get them.

I love to cook.  I know I have said this before but I put a little bit of my heart into everything I make.  I share my food, I share my heart.

I laugh ... I laugh at appropriate times, I laugh at very inappropriate times.  I laugh too hard and I will cry....but they are good tears. 

I may not talk much, but please don't think I have little to say.  When you open your heart like I tend to do it is frightening.  I get scared.  I get scared of letting myself open up to someone so completely... the hurt that has resulted from this in the past is immeasurable.

However, life with out pain is impossible.  It happens...unfortunately.  But one thing I have learned is this...

If I hurt, it will only be because I love with everything I have... with all of me... to the depths of my soul.

My People...

I don't know if its because I have so many huge life changes happening now, or if there is some other reason I am not aware of yet, but I have become extremely sentimental lately. Which is a good thing. It's a great thing.

I have heard so many stories lately. Stories I remember, stories I had forgotten. Some good, some bad. But all triggering feelings I haven't felt in a very long time. Mainly how much I really, truly love my friends...my people.

We are all a bit broken, a bit scared at times. We are growing older, but still wanting to hold on to our youth...still wanting to be the young, vibrant kids we once were.

We've had some very wonderful things happen in our lives - marriage, children, jobs. We have been through trials, rough patches, but have persevered. We've loved, we've lost. Whatever the path we are on, we feel drawn to each other...we are coming together again for a purpose.

Maybe that purpose is to find the strength we may be lacking, which we didn't realize we needed. Maybe it is for encouragement to take that scary step - the one that just may lead us to the best part of our lives. It could be to find that real friend we didn't realize was right in front of our face. Whatever the reason, our bonds are strengthening once again. We aren't perfect...far from it in fact, but we love each other. We love the good, the bad, the ugly, and the beautiful.

Sometimes I feel I have a strange connection with each of my friends. They have all played such an important part in my life, all at the right time. Once again, they are all filling my days with their amazingly unique, wonderful souls.

I love their smiles...their laughter.

I love their fire, their determination to keep going and to conquer whatever life throws at them.

I love her eternal optimism...always seeing the best in people.

I love his crazy, goofy, wacky fun self. And within that craziness is a man full of a zest for life that is unmatched.

I love her laugh - we can giggle about silly stuff until we can't giggle any more.

I love his timid, shy side...not everyone sees this part of him.

I love her for being my friend for my entire life...my person.

I love his protectiveness, his concern for my safety, his comfort.

I love them...my people...