There were a lot of those after last weekend.
In between the hellos and goodbyes was a weekend spent laughing til it hurt, dancing like nobody was watching, singing badly, celebrating and, generally just being really alive.
Most of you know what I mean by really alive; that kind of alive where you want it all to stop for a moment so you can wrap yourself in it like a cocoon. The kind of alive that makes you almost cry from gratitude, this is my life, what the fuck did I ever do to deserve this?
That's what last weekend was.
Watching TGB laugh and relish the beautiful people of her life celebrate her achievements... it was storybook. The perfect epilogue to a lifetime spent in service to her country.
I know a lot of people think I like to be the belle of the ball but, my favorite thing is sitting back and watching it all. Taking in the life we've built.
Watching friends from different parts of my life engage with strangers to them and seeing a bond form. Seeing lifelong friends of mine become fast friends with each other is the kind of thing that melts me to goo. Seeing them form a squad of their own... I have a lump in my throat thinking about that.
I have an army. And now, my army have a deeper army of their own.
TGB was the glue that brought it all together. A lot of those friends would never have come into my life were it not for her.
She reminded me that this life is sweet, that magic is real, that, if I get the fuck out of my own way, the fairytale is real.
This weekend was one of the best ever in a lifetime full of amazing weekends.
Thank you to everyone who was a part of it. The people who showed up. The people who sent messages. The people who sent videos. Every single one of you made this weekend perfect and we fucking love you.
Have a nice day.