Great people, great friends. I might only see them randomly at various arty weekends, but we pick right up where we left off and continue the fun that started at the last party.
I have great memories of this latest trip, and many pretty pictures to show you. But since the people I meet there mean so much to me, this post has not come easy.
Believe me, it was WONDERFUL, Kim is an over the top, talented hostess who attends to every detail. The teachers and classes were lovely. The decor amazing. The women were the best.
But there was also heart break this time.
I'm glad she was surrounded by some of her closest friends when she got the news. The ladies she was with that day were good people who had sturdy shoulders to cry on, and strong hearts to offer support.
I do have more pictures to show you, and it was a lovely weekend. But my heart aches for her now.
She should be proud and thankful that the night before her husband's accident, she was saying very nice things about him and not complaining as many of us tend to do when we are idly talking about our husbands. Not a negative word left her mouth when she talked about the two of them restoring a cabin together and about his job as a fireman.
Lots of us might (me included) might throw in a snide or complaining comment about a husband's design choices, forgetfulness, or who knows what when talking about doing a project like that together or be crabby about the long hours he works at his job.
She spoke with pride about his work and with happiness talking about their project.
The minute I heard the news about her loss, I had to call my own loved one right away and tell him how much I appreciated him. You never know when it could be too late. Or when your last conversation about someone was not a flattering one.