you can go home again

you can go home again

“Happiness. Simple as a glass of chocolate or tortuous as the heart. Bitter. Sweet. Alive.”
― Joanne Harris, Chocolat

This weekend my Pop turned 80. The gang gathered. Laughs were chuckled. Love was shared. People were celebrated and moments cherished.

While talking in the kitchen during pre-party assembly, Bittersweet Symphony started playing. This song serenaded Adam and me as we scampered out of our wedding service into eternal bliss over 3 years ago.

The lyrics are a little off, but the music carries the weighted emotion of bittersweetness. Morgan agreed. Weddings are bittersweet. As are many events.

She spoke of how humans crave major events (like the party we were readying) to help emotionally transition and accept and process through changes in our lives. We need the party. Life’s too intense without it.

Two of my cousin’s children are pictured. My eyes welled with tears (thankfully hidden behind my shades), as the two girlies twirled and giggled, and spun into silliness. I’m glad the front yard had a visit from two gangly, giggly girls. It had been a while.

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