Saturday morning I woke up at the inhumane hour of 6 am to catch a flight out to Denver. Know this, ye people of the world, I am not a morning person. Not in the slightest. I don’t speak in the morning and I never plan on speaking in the morning because all that would come out of my mouth would be grumpiness…grumpiness and morning breath. So I was in my silent moody morning mode on the way to the airport, I got out of the car and headed inside and this nice Justin Bieber haired kid stumbling over his words tells me that the pilot never showed up for the flight so the flight was canceled. Being in my already moody morning mode (which shall henceforth be called mmm) and oh so needing a girls weekend with my sisters I sat there on the verge of tears. Choking back lumps in my throat and thinking to myself, “it’s ok, it’s ok, don’t cry, you’ll get there somehow. Suck it up you wimp! It’s not that big of a deal!” Seven hours later I was finally in Denver, and it was so worth the stupid pilot ordeal. Even though my MMM Sarah want’s to sucker punch the lame pilot in the jugular.
I wasn’t able to walk at my graduation last month so that me and Matt could make it to a wedding on time, but my sisters would just not accept me not walking so we made our own graduation commencement! Michelle gave me her old BYU cap and gown to wear, Jen was the MC, my mom, dad and Little EM were the commencement speakers, my grandma accepted the class of 2012, and the dogs were the ushers (okay no they weren’t but one can dream). Honestly, it was so much better than any graduation ceremony I would have gone to. Having my family together being dorks and holding our own fake graduation was more than I could have asked for. Plus nobody I know gets to play pin the tail on the donkey at their graduation ceremony, so beat that BYU!
Later that night I rummaged through old family photos and somehow ended up in my mom’s closet trying on her wedding dress. It was so elegant. Silk, long sleeves, with lace trim on the hem and neckline. I sat there in it, sprawled across my Mom’s bed and felt just completely at peace. It can be so difficult to live far away from family, especially my family, we’ve all been best friends since I can remember and I feel like I’m missing my other half when I’m not with them. But trips like these remind me that it won’t be too long until we’re all together again, and that no matter what when we’re together we can always pick up right where we left off.
Love you guys! Thanks for the great weekend sistas!