me what I miss most about America (besides the food, she added). That got me to thinking…
– squeeze hugs from Cole.
– forming a line to receive communion.
– driving wherever I want – without an increase in heart rate or sweaty palms.
– Ya Ya parties.
– having that “at ease” feeling about life. Knowing I can go anywhere and ask anything and not only be understood, but more importantly, know what to expect.
– Crazy 8s and Chuck E Cheese (only not in the same day). You can’t have too much excitement at my age without it hurting.
– understanding an overheard conversation, without trying.
– after work drinks.
– girls’ nights.
– Sex in the City martini parties.
– Florida road trips.
– receiving a phone call from a friend.
– cappuccini so big you need to use two hands.
– 24-hour drugstores.
– buying bottled water at a gas station when you have been driving too long and will just DIE if you don’t taste water soon.
– brainstorming book ideas with dad, in person.
– Sunday afternoons at maw-maws.
– affordable, and yet-somehow-still-comfortable shoes.
– going to church with Paw-Paw.
– sitting for hours at Rao’s Bakery (on Dowlen), chatting with a friend.
– ordering out.
– Barnes and Noble.
– watching a tear-jerking chic flick with my sister.
– manis and pedis (done at an all-girls movie night).
– shoe trading.
– randomly running into people I know.
– surprising my parents with pizza.
– taking Cole to the movies.
– and a million other little things…
These aren’t moments I dwell on, or even consciously consider on a daily basis, and I wouldn’t have and shouldn’t have gone off on this mile-long pity party…
but, someone asked.