nostalgia.

              So, it happened. I cried. Sometimes one of my best friends and I like talk about how we are going through a Cameron Diaz phase. And this doesn’t mean that we are curled up in bed only watching “Something About Marry”, or “My Best Friend’s Wedding” and gawking over the fabulous Cam. Rather, this means that we are feeling a bit like Cameron’s character in “The Holiday.” Meaning, we feel that desire deep down that we need a good, solid cry, but for whatever reason we just can’t do it. The tears just won’t show their face. So last week I was telling my one friend that I felt a bit like Cameron with a need to cry, but the inability to make it happen. On Friday though, I was right, those tears decided to come out and play the second I got off the highway exit on my way to homecoming weekend. I’ve never been as surprised by the immediacy of tears as I was in that very moment. But my oh my did it feel good to let it all go. Whatever “it” even was.

            Honestly, I think I was just entirely overwhelmed at the thought of spending the weekend at my old stomping grounds. However, it was all fabulous. Unfortunately, my time together at my second home with my second family went way too fast. But, time usually has a way of doing that. The whole weekend was entirely blissful though, and one I am extremely thankful for. See, isn't this a happy picture?---

xoxo--k